Covid's over, so it seems. Well, I suppose it must be if even the BBC isn't talking about it.
Not a word about bloody Covid! Hurray! I've been waiting almost two years for this.
There had to be one good thing coming out of the Boris party stories and this is it. He knows he's lost the authority to say anything ever again about restrictions and vaccines. Covid will quietly die down and eventually become a bad memory with an astronomical bill attached, which we'll all be paying for years to come. Oh, politicians will still try to breathe some life into it occasionally, trying to justify their ludicrous handling of the situation but to all intents and purposes... we're done.
Yesterday was also the 70th anniversary of HM the Queen acceding the throne. Congratulations, Ma'am. She's been in the same job for longer than I've been alive. What an achievement!
Unsurprisingly at her age she's slowing down and looking increasingly frail, but she still has all her marbles and isn't above telling people how it will be when she's no longer here. Anyone who didn't want Camilla to be known as "Queen" when Charles becomes King is going to be sorely disappointed. Lizzie has spoken, Camilla will be Queen!
Actually yesterday was a very good day all round - The Troops came round for a spot of afternoon tea. Easy Buttermilk Scones with clotted cream and strawberry jam, chocolate cake and lots of tea. Lovely!
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