I can’t stand President Trump –but annoyingly I sometimes agree with him

Then there is the amount of time I spend watching him bullying people who have more than ten adjectives in their lexicon, berating anyone who ever beat him fairly in a democratic election and calling war heroes “losers” because they were prisoners of war.

This from the man who was excused the draft because he had a “bone spur”, which it would seem is the result of stress – aw, bless. This from the same man who is re-setting free trade and globalism, the reality star, born with a silver runcible spoon in his mouth, who has failed at numerous business ventures including even a casino. Yes, a failed casino. Even I could make a profit out of a casino and I got 8 per cent in my maths O-level. It’s hilarious.

What’s not so funny is that I am wasting my life watching a wastrel.

They do say you hate in others what you dislike in yourself. Let’s go there. I loathed Mrs Thatcher for her false public voice, her patronising tone to her cabinet, her unfair poll tax, her dismissal of miners and unions and her cosy flirtatiousness with Ronald Reagan. I hated her certainty as I do my own. But how I wish the government of today had her philo-semitic leanings.

Thatcher admired the Jews for the very reasons that the world now finds us suspect. Because we take care of our own, we invent, we discover, we worship words and revere education, we make the best of our cyclical persecution and involve ourselves in community, entertainment and somehow, in the words of Stephen Sondheim “we’re still here”.

Which brings me to the worst part of my anti-Trump mania. On Israel he thinks as I do. On Israel he believes, as do I, in its right to exist, the right to have the American embassy in Jerusalem, its right to defend themselves against Hamas, Hezbollah and Houthis terrorism and the activists embedded in academia who are so very certain. Those who wish to bring down the West. He seems to get it that Israel is doing the task of culling terrorists and puppets of the Iranian theocracy on behalf of the democratic world.

And then there is globalisation itself. I am with him on home manufacturing because we used to lead the world in so many fields such as textiles and engineering and shipbuilding. Globalisation brought us many things like McDonald’s, and my straw hat that says “Made in China, designed in Ikast, Denmark”. I might prefer a nice Yorkshire hat designed in Harrogate. This is where my irrational loathing of his certainty falls apart.

At a hearing, last week, incredibly, a Republican congressman, Keith Self from Texas, actually quoted Joseph Goebbels, saying, “It is the absolute right of the state to supervise the formation of public opinion.”

And Elon gets away with two Nazi salutes. Has it really come to this?

The season of the blood orange is ending in my grocery shop, but in the US it continues to propagate. Still, as of this week, in 50 states in the US people are protesting in their millions about the actions of the braggart they elected. There could be bloodshed and it won’t be civil.

I’m off to Walberswick now, to watch a short film I can hardly remember making about an old woman dying painfully in a crumbling stately home. The sun is shining, I am looking forward to the car journey and to spending a weekend with expat friends. Astrid is an American. Ellen DeGeneres is living in the Cotswolds, Barbra Streisand is threatening to sell up and move over… I see her in The Bishop’s Avenue with seven cranes on the land and the plumber we had in Muswell Hill, who now lives in Monaco. Clooney is in Lake Como, Richard Gere is in Madrid. They have seen the future and it’s orange.

Soon America will merely be a land of Russians, rednecks and reality stars.