I'm inclined to believe this one because "wasted my dad's morning" is not really a phrase that would appear naturally there unless the somewhat unsympathetic dad had complained in exactly those terms.

For me the scenario is complete without further embellishment.

I now have this comforting vision of the mother's terrier leaping up, gripping the protruding portion firmly with its teeth and worrying it ferociously for 17 hours or so, while the bloat on the outside is pinned helplessly against the door, screaming. The mother snoozes in the garden, oblivious.

Can steer a narrowboat.

No, you HAVE £780m. Your worth is another matter.

If Trump retreats to his bunker under the ballroom and still has Hesgeth (and thence the military) on his side, can they actually remove him? Who would they send? And does anyone have the gumption to disable his nuclear button?

Can you direct me to the opportunity to read the story?

He is the evil shadow president. I think he should addressed as President Miller to get under trump’s skin.

That use of devices and social media diverts people's attention from the actual sensations of their own bodies, consequently making the suffering of other bodies harder to imagine and less real to them and thereby drastically reducing empathy in general.