Its a Sign

A development across the road - a new sign. This is warmly applauded though later, behind the scenes, the power struggles commence. Who will get to decide what goes in there? The inner circle have our own whatsApp which I’ve named the politburo. Some forced confessions and periods of internment may be necessary.
Then the wee munchkin arrived; the daughter and I picked her up from the nursery and I birrled her back. But the beach was off limits; the wind increased, the temperature dropped and the rain started coming in. That kiddy car seat can’t come soon enough, thanks to the miracle that is click and collect.
I won’t do a daily update on my old pal’s party but as nominations close he announces his final big recruit. Whoosh, straight in there at #1 on the Central Scotland list (some selection process there), none other than his ex-Tory, ex-Labour, ex-Tory again, ex-SNP, “speechwriter” (wink, wink),  and Russia Today co-presenter, Ms Tasmina Ahmed Sheik! He’s a lad, isn’t he. 
Later, the boyzone zoom call. The big news is McC the elder’s quarantining due to the arrival of his son from France. Yes, France! All locked down again. But more to the point, McC has run out of red wine and had to drink gin. And actually, his witticisms fairly flowed. This is an experiment that we will return to.