Blue sky in Tenerife. In both senses.

I can’t seem to find many of my London property people on here. Would be good to reconnect in the brave new world. So any pointers gratefully received.

Getting the impression Trump is picking his senior team based on sh*ts and giggles.

Word of the day is ‘catchfart’, from the 17th century, used of a servant who followed their master or mistress a little too closely.
In today’s terms, a catchfart is someone who fawns upon the boss or who follows the political wind.

It’s like I’m in a Bond film but this time the villains have taken over the world.
Escaping to here from the Muskian Twittersphere to more green and pleasant lands. Hopefully.