Except Priti Patel, obviously.
Friday
The days when I could blithely start a diary entry with "To Cropwell Bishop" are long past. I have not visited even Bonkers House in Belgrave Square for a year, while the Hotel Splendide, Antibes, seems a distant dream.
The Elves of Rockingham Forest still come go as they please, lighting their bonfires in my covers without a by your leave, but the rest of us hereabouts are Doing Our Bit.
I spend the morning making arrangements for polling day, as by tradition voters in the Bonkers Hall ward come at six to collect their Good Morning leaflets and are treated to a slap up breakfast.
I can now confirm that this year the queue will be rigorously stewarded and that each voter will receive a takeaway meal in a bag bearing the legend: "Remember, your rents fall due on Lady Day."
Lord Bonkers was Liberal MP for Rutland South West 1906-10.
Earlier this week...
- Under the dining table with a bottle of my best cherry brandy
- 36, 24 and 3/6 a pound
- Make the Wise Woman of Wing a peeress
- Snatched from Grace Road