Them’s the breaks. This wasn’t quite the exit Boris Johnson had in mind. He had imagined three days of national mourning. Punctuated with several leaving speeches that left them laughing, left them crying. A nation prostrate with grief.
Instead he had to make do with a perfunctory 10 minutes first thing in the morning, when many people were still in bed. The only thing the day had going for it was at least the rain held off. Small mercies. Sometimes you have to learn to take what you can get.
