Sunday 17th April 2022

It’s the Patriarch the Gay Mother can’t stand. Kirill of Moscow.

Yesterday she said, when I admired the floor in the restaurant and suggested it for her own kitchen, ‘I’m beyond any aesthetic way of looking now. I’m just surviving.’ Shocking. I said, ‘You need to be careful. You’ll let yourself go.’ I didn’t say so but I wonder if you can survive without an aesthetic way of looking.

Anyway, there’s to be no housework today, despite that she was to be found sweeping out the front porch which has been opened after the Winter.

Val texted from Moscova, Hastings. He’s fighting Funeral Poverty.

We fight on. We fight to win.