Well, that was an interesting weekend, politically speaking. It's always nice to be proved right. I said Hancock was a jumped-up little weasel and a liar months ago... and I wasn't wrong. He's been caught out on camera kissing some woman in his office. Not his wife. Classy.
Not only did he cheat and lie to his wife and three children, he broke the Covid rules that he's so piously been preaching to the rest of us. The video of him groping his 'Parliamentary aide' was toe-curlingly awful - he's been forced to resign because rule-makers can't also be rule-breakers. Couldn't happen to a nicer (nastier?) bloke. It felt so satisfying to see him get his comeuppance.
Cheating on his wife and children is something for them to deal with... their business, not mine. I only care about the way his rules have changed our lives for the past 15 months.
Businesses have been trashed, people have died without being able to spend time at the end with their loved ones, grandparents haven't seen their adult children and grandchildren; families have struggled desperately with the Draconian 'no visits' and 'no hugging' rules enforced in care homes... but, it seems, the rules didn't apply to the very person who made them.
The next time a Govt minister comes up with a damn fool Covid rule I'm supposed to follow - which they will when they invent another 'variant' this winter - I shall do as Hancock did... ignore it.
Now, all we need to do is lose the idiot 'scientists', Whitty, Vallance, Van-Tam etc. who've been advising Boris, and we might be able to make some progress.
Weather not great today, overcast and grey mostly, so I spent some time in the kitchen making a double batch of Not Sausage Rolls - the last time we saw the Troops they completely cleaned me out of the stock I keep in the freezer!
Our wedding anniversary next week, sadly we won't be going out to lunch because I absolutely refuse to wear a mask. Another thing to lay at Matt bloody Hancock's door.
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