… but he plans to stay on until June 1.
If this is Eiríkur Guðnason’s attempt at diplomacy, walking the tightrope between placating the nation [he’ll resign] and slavish devotion to Davíd Oddsson [but he won’t leave], it’s rather misguided. Seriously, the farce around these clowns gets more ridiculous by the day.
Our PM has expressed her “disappointment” that old Eiríkur won’t haul his butt out of the CB immediately and I emphatically echo that sentiment. Especially as I was starting to relish the image of Doddsson sitting all alone in his ebony tower, muttering into his tea like a deranged old crone.
Not sure what this means in practice, i.e. whether the bill they’re trying to get passed will allow them to fire their asses immediately, or whether they have to give them umpteen months’ termination notice, but I trust we’ll find out tonight – on Kastljós, which seems to have all the answers these days.
WE HAVE AN AIRBRUSHED SKY
With pastel hues on a backdrop of clouds. Wery pretty. It’s still freezing – just got back from a jaunt around the golf course and the windchill out there was intense. It’s -3°C [27F], sunrise was at 9:36 am and sunset due for 5:49 pm.