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Boris Johnson quits as MP. But how will anyone tell?
Anyone who got an honour from Boris Johnson, should have to add his initials after the letter. OBE BJ. And yes, you’re right, would also show how they got it. Sir
Jacob Rees Mogg BJ.
Also be a useful marker for when the police become involved.
The only one who deserves it is the hairdresser. To make a person’s hair look completely uncared for is a terrific skill.
Johnson is the unflushable turd. He will be back.
Priti Patel is now a Dame. She just gets sexier. Somehow Rees-Mogg has managed to become less sexy as a sir. Which I didn’t think was possible, but he’s done it somehow.
No one else worried about what Dorries resigning on same day (after saying she wouldn’t) might actually mean? There’s going to be a BJ Party and not the fun kind.
What I am doing here is quite clever and has probably gone over a few heads (no pun intended). BJ also stands for blowjob and I am getting maximum mileage out of this fact.
Feeling a bit better today and I threw myself into tidying up my office. I do this about once a year, usually as a way to avoid actually doing any work and always with the good intentions of keeping it tidy forever. Usually I stop halfway through, having made things slightly worse, but today I persisted and pretty much got everything into the right place. The sofa by my desk hasn’t been clear of junk for years, but today I took everything off it. It could now be used to sit on rather than as a repository for things that I’m not quite sure what to do with.
Tidiness has never been my forte, but over the last few days I’ve managed to get most of the house into some respectable order. It’s rather nice to live in a place that looks OK. But we have two tiny whirlwinds living with us and also one big rather slower whirlwind (but is that me or Catie?) so it can’t last.
