For the avoidance of doubt, this post is not part of my series filling in for Gill Heavens, resident of an abandoned badger sett and consumer of copious quantities of cheese and onion crisps (and gin). It’s just my chest feels a bit weighed down at the moment.

In my blog generally I have tended to steer clear of politics and suchlike, though I do occasionally get a bit controversial. In that spirit I offer two bits of non-fake-news for your consideration:

If you search the internet, and once you get past all the references to president, organisation, hotel and wotnot, you will find the following dictionary meaning:

Trump – slang for noisy flatulence

Seems appropriate for what is. The internet will also, if you search right, describe a mythical creature:

The oozlum bird, also spelled ouzelum, is a legendary creature found in Australian and British folk tales and legends. Some versions have it that, when startled, the bird will take off and fly around in ever-decreasing circles until it manages to fly up its own backside, disappearing completely.

I leave it to you to join the dots and understand my hope for what may be.

Well my chest feels a bit lighter now. Normal service will be resumed tomorrow.