Resurfacing

I see the depressing spectre of Brexit is making its way back into everyone’s conscience. That ‘will we, won’t we’ shit that dragged on through March and April was deliberately forgotten over Summer, I think. We’d all had such an unpleasant time that we chose to ignore the fact that it was only a postponement, and now we’re screaming towards September we’re all starting to think ‘shit, here we go again…’

I might stockpile loads of gin and just spend the next two months paralytic and away from it all. You can sober me up when it’s all done and dusted, whichever way it falls.

RC 28-8-19