Mr Toad had just come back from his morning swim in Biarritz, when this was written. However, the smoke over the Amazon forest could be smelt by all the G7 participants. But among the wine glasses, Mr Toad appeared to get on very well with the American Minotaur. I wrote that, while he was persisting in his efforts to force through the UK’s separation from the EU, thereby threatening the UK’s own break-up, as well as destroying the sovereignty of parliament, Mr Toad did keep going on about building bridges. That leafy though rather expensive one across the Thames. Another across the English channel. Yet another between Northern Ireland and Scotland. The forests were burning. Mr Toad dreamed, fantasised, lied…