I’m not even gonna try today – things are getting too fucked up for words. We have left the EU; we have a completely unelected right-wing bitch for PM; and now we have a man who, despite his act of joviality is a nineteenth century throwback who thinks reviving colonialism would be a good idea, as foreign secretary, Would someone please tell me what the smeg is going on. On second thoughts, don’t: I’m passed the point of caring. I don’t even want to think about it, as the moment I do, I know I’d fly into a rage, or else sink to abject despair.

I’m worried about the future – who knows what will happen next. Yet, for now at least, the sun is out. On another level, I’m actually quite happy: Lyn has a mix going; there’s a music event later at school I’m planning to go to; we’re also planning to get tickets to see the Greenday musical up in the west end soon. I don’t have to check the news if I don’t want to, so sod it. On one level things are getting screwy, but on another they are perfectly fine.