- Sometimes I sit down to write these week notes and find I have nothing to say.
Brexit is everywhere, and nowhere. Its a a perpetual dark cloud that blots out the sun and periodically pelts tennis ball sized bits of bad news on the population below. It’s a whole lot of nothing and then everything at once. Maybe there will be no crisis. It might be like the buildup to Y2K: anxious excitement, fear, and then nothing. Perhaps, come October 31st my biggest worry will be that there is no halloumi in Tesco. I don’t know. I don’t think the people who are supposed to know do either.
The UK government website now carries a warning reminding us that we are leaving the EU on the 31st October, the beginning of a blitzkrieg campaign to prepare the nation for our biggest folly. I suppose it is possible that some people don’t know about it, so fair play to the civil service. As a responsible citizen I have completed the suggested questionnaire and have been assured that there is nothing I need to do. Just wait.
It worries me that a section of the population has permanently lost faith in the economic, diplomatic and political structures that stop everything unraveling into chaos. There is a breed of politician that is willing to exploit this distrust for their own ends. This strikes me as being ultimately more problematic than our immediate issues. Screw those people.
Sorry. This is what happens when I read too much news.
Little E made chocolate brownies. They were delicious.
Turns out I did have something to say.
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Dan went on holiday and accidentally became a celebrity, so no longer has to live on this ridiculous island. Well done, Dan.
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