Arriving back today, there were work-related vehicle issues to get sorted and then an open evening for a prospective secondary school for one of the little Ps (the girl), and unlike others, this one was extremely impressive. Perhaps I may write something on it.
I may write something on the conference too. But not tonight. 'Cos I'm dog tired due to the fact that, for someone whose body isn't as young as the inner being wishes to be, the words 'free' and 'wine' and 'lots of it' tend to have that effect.
For now, though, I'll just say that much like the Lib Dem experience last year, in some respects there seem to be two Tory parties within one.
On the day that Theresa May announced - to whoops of delight, no less - that the misnamed '24 hour licensing' was to be abolished to control excessive consumption by, you know, other people, the end of conference party within the security zone was scheduled to finish at 3:30am, I was told.
Jealous? Not a bit of it, I was already shanted to a standstill at one o'clock when the lanyarded-up piled into taxis.
Is that a pillow I see before me?
