The Burd may be injured—but she still knows how to fly straight when it matters.
But first, a word about my own. Blogging silence has been enforced by a mystery shoulder affliction, which might be connected. Or not. Suffice to say, it is agony, I am a whimpering wreck when the painkillers threaten to wear off. And cannae do normal things which require the use of two hands. This post marks an occasional return which took two hours to type one-handed.
Bad as my week was, it could have been worse. I could have been the Education Secretary, Michael Russell. Suffice to say that he will have been dispatched by the Boss to his constituency this weekend to reflect on just how shoogly the peg on which his coat rests, is. Fortunately for the Education Secretary, there has just been a re-shuffle and the FM, as ever, is not one who acts under an admission of adversity. People come and go at his behest, not…
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