PMT - PRIME MINISTER TAKEDOWN

Onwards and upwards that’s the direction our extension is taking unlike Boris who is clinging on to his prime ministerial rock with the tenacity of a sea limpet.

 

Walls getting taller

Slowly getting to ceiling height

Looking more like a dining room every day

It seems he won’t fall on his sword.  Probably denying he’s got one.  After all, swords are nasty, pointy, dangerous weapons that cut people and he wouldn’t want to be associated with owning one let alone fall on one.  Cripes!  Now’s not the time to visit the tailor for a new suit if this one’s ripped on a sword.  It’s clear that only a large sledgehammer is going to smash this limpet off the rock and there’s already a long queue of people rifling through the parliamentary tool bag looking for it.

 

Minister for Back Gardens & Hedgerows steps down

Resignation is not the only thing rearing its ugly head.  There’s a potential fly that’s appeared in the extension ointment in the form of our dear old friend, asbestos.  It’s been found lurking underneath the UPVC soffit cladding, out of sight and out of mind.

 

Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me

The builders have done an ‘asbestos lateral flow test’ to find out if the old soffits are of the highly contagious OMIGOD variety of asbestos or if its one of lesser toxicity that can be safely disposed of down the tip.  Let’s hope it’s the less toxic type as hazmat disposal could put a serious dent in our construction budget if it’s the other sort. 

And talking of OMIGOD - he’s finally gone and done it!  Since starting this post, Boris has actually found an old rusty-looking Saxon sword lurking in the back of one of Number 10’s closets and decided it’s better to die with dignity than under the wheels of the political juggernaut running amok in Westminster.  

Boris bravely battles against the revolting hoardes

Looks like a bad case of PMT to me – prime minister takedown.