"What's with the weather?" asked Tavish Dalwhinnie, shaking the rain from his umbrella, "heatwave one day, t9orrential rain the next, it wasn't like this when I was a boy – summer holidays were six or eight weeks of wall-to-wall sunshine!" and Jasmine Juniper-Green laughed and said, "blame the Tories! they are usually behind anything that spreads gloom and despondency throughout the country," and Tavish shook his head sadly: "in America, they blame Canada rather than take responsibility themselves, but to subrogate her parliamentary losses with the DUP is, I fear, an injudicious error on Theresa May's part; it may bring the numbers she is lacking, but the DUP have such a smorgasbord of archaic beliefs and old-fashioned policies – they behave as though the Battle of the Boyne was just last week and King Billy is riding through Belfast on his white warhorse; and some would say that as far as The Borders is concerned, it's the sericeous words of the Edinbuggers who regard Melrose as an exurb of the City, a kind of rural Duddingston or Corstorphine – do you know that there are more retired Admirals and Generals here than in any other square mile of Britain?" and Jasmine laughed again, "oh, I've seen them and their wives on the train from Tweedbank to Waverley – heading up to Jenners or John Lewis; but certainly Mrs May's dithyramb in claiming to have won the election and receiving a mandate from the British people for her 'strong and stable' government, has only reminded people of Nelson, at the Battle of Copenhagen, holding his telescope to his blind eye and saying 'I see no ships!' but at least he was a successful and great Admiral, and she is not on his level at all!" and Tavish nodded: "she is indeed a malapert, it's just a pity that such a person is still Prime Minister – another example of the Peter Principle in British politics," prompting Jasmine to ask: "which one is that?" and Tavish smiled grimly: "put simply, people are promoted on the basis of their current performance, and usually to a level beyond their competence, and Mrs May appears to be a classic example, but make no mistake, Jazz, there have been many others," to which she replied simply: "well, I blame the Tories!" and the raised their glasses of Laphraoigh in glum acknowledgement of that simple truth!