I woke up to the voice of George Bush this morning. That’s never a good way to start the day, regardless of what he is saying. This time around, as is his habit, he was talking about war with Iraq. He said that leaders who blackmailed nations with weapons of mass destruction cannot be allowed to stay in power.

Perhaps nobody thought to remind him of his actions back in September when, as the Express reported, in a piece quoted by the BBC that if Pakistan didn’t support America in its so-called War Against Terror he would destroy its nuclear weapons, leaving it open to attack from India.

So, how would he have fulfilled this blackmail without using weapons of mass destruction, do we assume? Even if he did it using special forces and conventional weapons, would threatening to leave Pakistan vulnerable to attack by India’s nuclear arsenal not also constitute using India’s weapons of mass destruction as a means of blackmail, regardless of whether it was his finger or that of the Indian prime minister that was on the launch button?

Bush’s speech-writers should think more carefully about the words they put into their leader’s mouth. Bush should be made aware of his press clippings so that he realises that the world knows of more than simply the things he chooses to tell us.

Tony Blair should spend less time thinking about his friendship with the man who, after their first meeting together, announced one of the important outcomes to be the discovery they used the same toothpaste and more time getting the measure of public opinion at home.

I should spend less time thinking about politics and more time thinking about my fridge, which is dripping all over the kitchen carpet. It’s been freezing itself into a solid block for months to the point where I couldn’t even get the bits and bobs out of the freezer compartment this morning.

I packed everything I could into plastic bags and sealed the tops, then submerged them in icy water in the sink. I thought it would only take a couple of hours, but here we are, nine hours later, and still there is a steady drip-drip-drip into the salad trays.

I put capuccino cups filled with boiling water inside and closed the door, then went out for tea and cake with Trevor and Jon for the first time since the holiday. Bored them with the obligatory photos, most of which they had already seen on the site, then we chatted about houses and music and the usual collection of teatime small-subjects.

I arrived home to find a deep iceberg had dropped from the roof of the fridge and was slowly diasppearing on a shelf. I dropped it into the bathroom sink and ran the hot tap until it was gone.

With all that going on, I was reluctant to leave home for too long in case the floodgates should suddenly open, so spent the afternoon editing photos and colour-balancing a 116MB panorama. I had to burn it to CD in the end, being far too large to fit on any of my Zip disks.

Finished last night’s Six Feet Under this evening on Paul’s video. Mine is still in the doghouse.

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