Today
should have been Brexit Eve, but now it isn’t. We are mired instead in an
ungodly mess of our own making, trapped in some unimaginable political
limboland while people with no clue what they’re doing try and fight over the
scraps of a meal that’s going rancid. Everyone is bored sick of it, and yet
no-one can stop talking about it. The more I look into it, the more worried I
become. I feel like I’m running headlong into a field full of landmines, being
led by a blindfolded infant who doesn’t understand maps.
And
I’ll stop talking about it now, because far from being cathartic, this is
making me feel depressed.
RC 28-3-19
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