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I am just going to give Boris Johnson one million more choices, then that’s it from me. I’m sorry if you think that’s too harsh. It’s my final word. Unless he’s really sorry. And says he won’t go.
I don’t know why his opponents want him to resign though. Do they think he’ll bounce back and people will forget? Maybe they will. People are pretty stupid, which is why Boris Johnson has done so well so far. Whoever comes next will probably be even worse - and maybe that’s what the non-Tories are banking on. If the Conservatives move further to the loony right will that put voters off? Or just fuck the lot of us. Because most people just vote for the party they’ve always voted for and don’t stop to think about whether that party has completely changed into something else and now says the opposite of why they started voting for them in the first place.
I wonder if we’ll manage get a decent political system in my life time.
Five years seems a bit optimistic (maybe for both issues).
Felt just about as bad as I have since I found out I had Covid last Saturday. It wasn’t bad, but I was just tired today, like I was a week ago. Though it might just be the tedium of being stuck in the house. I had taken a test this morning, more out of hope than belief, and I got a faint second line, so it looks like I will be doing the full 10 days, after which, apparently, I can go out again regardless of what tests say. The pessimist in me wanted to believe that the slight downward turn might be an indication that I am heading into long Covid, but I suspect I will be OK.
As I’ve intimated many times before, what I am feeling now is not really any different than the regular lot of the parent. At least with Covid I’m occasionally able to sleep until after 7am (because I am up in the attic and can’t always hear the kids), but careful what you wish for, because the genii who gave me this wonderful wish has punished me by showing me how boring the life I craved actually was. The real freedom was the incarceration of parenthood all along.
It’s amazing how one week without a dog walk and with a few snacks to try and help me over the boredom has fucked up my fitness campaign (which has been gradually heading north since the summer, but which I hoped to kickstart properly with the new year), but I want to go for a run so much right now that I suspect I will make up for it all from Wednesday.
It’s all a bit depressing, but it’s not as depressing as many of the stories around this horrible fucking virus, so I won’t complain too much about my enforced afternoon in bed. It makes for dull blogs, but at least it won’t mean no more blogs.
