2019/11: No halloumi?
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
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.
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.
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