This magnifying glass
belongs to Mrs Tin. I have no idea why she owns it, perhaps she’s a consulting detective in her spare time, it would certainly explain why she keeps telling me that the game is afoot, and why she knows the times of all the trains to Devon.
Anyway, yesterday I had a rant at our former leader, calling him, among other things, an odious little toad.
I don’t regret the post in any way, and in fact here, through Mrs Tin’s magnifying glass (and it’s far harder to do than I thought it would be), is a photo of the post again, my ode to my contempt and loathing for this dreadful man:
It’s malice, through a looking-glass.