A few things I’ve been thinking about this week. The eleventh post of a series.

Here in the Northern Hemisphere, it’s the vernal equinox, so…

I’m currently reading Cleopatra and Frankenstein by Coco Mellors, in which (at least) one of the chapters is set in Nice. Reading it made me want to visit the city again. I visited very briefly in 2018 and wasn’t all that taken with Nice, but I did take some warm-looking photographs (it was actually a bit nippy) which, I think, have had the effect of retrospectively improving my impression of the place. Maybe I’ll end up returning—and if I do, I hope I won’t be disappointed.

I’ve decided it’s spring and put the garden furniture out, which probably calls for gales next week.

A Prime Minister with a long history of using offensive and inappropriate comparisons as rhetorical flourishes is in the headlines for exhibiting that trait again. After his toadying supporters have toured the radio and television studios to tell us what The Prime Minister meant to say, we can all look forward to being told before long what a brilliant communicator he is. The merry-go-round of nonsense never stops.