Where’s the soap?

We went to ikea with the yoga mama. The displays really are very good; reminds me of seeing the ideal home show in its glory days. This bath full of plants is fab, although not if you actually want to get clean.

Motorway junction closed on the way home so we ended up on a scenic detour. Could have been worse. 

Day nine of Truss and Kwarteng’s March to misery. It really is the most complete f/u and has made us a laughing stock as a country. There is open discussion of rebellion at the Tory conference which is usually a self congratulatory backslapping affair. Quite remarkable.

Lovely long Google call with Strider tonight. He always lifts the spirits. 

TGR flies in tomorrow. "Smiley face".