Heading to the pool

I fixed the front door latch. Which I’m sure I’d done before. I may need to actually buy a new one before too many more years.
Another wonderfully warm and sunny day, so cracked on with the book of poor Zeitoun’s plight after Hurricane Katrina. Later, we went up market for our eats, down to A Table at the marina.
And all the while Twitter was all a, well, twitter, with poor Ms Truss’s predicament. I did like the caption competition of her facing Hunt across the empty cabinet table.
Liz: how long to you think I’ve got?
Hunt: five
Liz: months or weeks?
Hunt: four

Haw haw