I don't sleep much these days. I've just woken up - the room is stuffy and I open the velux window to a dark, clear night, a sky full of stars, the Plough, a shooting star, a silence broken only by the sudden few screeches of an owl, the Bible black of Dylan Thomas' Llaregub /2 2/ but for the dim hue of modern day streetlighting. The beauty and intimacy of my surroundings gives the clarity needed to recognise Theresa May's actions and policies exactly for what they are - tyranny. She has played a masterstroke. Or maybe her puppetmasters have. /3