there will be the odd flounce followed by a short outbreak of dramatists before realism sets in as we move into tomorrow morning.
It might be my age, but I'm too idle to have a good flounce these days. The best I can manage is an immature sulk!
There is a lot of hot air that will soon be replaced by a downpour of ********, followed by a plague of locusts & then everyone will go to the pub on Saturday night & try & remember how you spell "Kieffer", whilst whistling "My Cheri Amour" and ordering a medium donner.