• 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 – and that there is a breed of politician that is willing to exploit this for their own ends. This strikes me as being ultimately more problematic than the headline 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.

From the net:

• Mat Dan: ‘I became an accidental celebrity 6,000 miles from home’. Dan went on holiday and accidentally became a celebrity, so no longer has to live on this ridiculous island. Well done, Dan.
• All the roads in Britain, mapped

New blogs discovered:

• Jon Beckett
• Beneath the Borealis