Fifth Day, March 27th 

I woke up this morning to smiling, clapping Tories. 

They can smile; it won’t last much longer. 

And it’s what we wanted, after all. 

For everything to be fixed, for those little tricks 

to work. For those little sips. 

And I'm alright.  

I've got some Red Stripe beer and a little drop of white wine. 

And I’ve got a week's memory of sunshine. So go on, smile.