Could be a bleak day
As I am writing this yesterday, I don’t yet know the outcome of the yUK elections, but I’m sitting here hoping beyond hope that the Con party don’t get back in again. Not that I am particularly Labour, but it seems the only option to stop the decline of the country, or at least send it in another direction, and anything has to be better than the mess the other lot have made over the last nine years. What’s more, it’s very frustrating not to be able to do anything about it. Of course, for us, the Brexit shambles and shame is the most pressing matter as its one that could directly impact on where and how we live, and yet, even though I am one of those most affected by it, I have no say in what happens to that either. My country, I feel, has abandoned me and I must leave it up to my friends back there to deliver my future. Equally, it’s up to those who don’t care about us overseas, and I can’t influence them, so all I can do is worry about it.
As I am an early riser, I expect I will be up in time to see the results coming in, but by the time I surface, I reckon there will be a clear indication of what’s happening. Another five years of hideous self-serving and non-caring about certain sections of society, or a mix-up of parties vying for leadership and the same Brexit debacle rumbling on as it was before the election was announced, or possibly, but I have to say, doubtfully, a completely new government with a decent majority, which would at least, show the current lot that sensible people don’t accept lies and maltreatment. We shall know tomorrow. Either way, all I can do is hope the country finds a way to recover from the mess this current lot have made, and the lies and manipulations of Brexshit, while I watch from afar. Being afar, I’m not so influenced by the nasty right-wing press over there and can find a less biased view via European and outside observers, which is what I am. Anyway… Here’s hoping, and here are some more cheerful thoughts:
We put up our Christmas decorations on Wednesday in a flurry of afternoon activity. The tree is a bit crammed into an alcove, but at least it’s out of the way, though I must hide the wires somehow. The other window alcove houses ‘the boys’, Paddington, an elf, Allan from Thunderbirds and the gang, and in the hall, we have our version of the nativity. Basically, it’s Apollo, the Marathon runner, a Neil Godfrey original bronze cast and a man doing yoga, but it’s a start. There’s a pile of things beside my desk which need wrapping, so that could be a job for later today (Thursday) as the rain falls, the thunder rolls and the power goes off again for a few minutes. Let’s hope the lights don’t go out on Britain tomorrow (today) and they those who live there don’t have to suffer another five years of mismanagement by toffs who hide in fridges. Good luck.
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