If you’ve been following the news, you’ll know what a mess Britain’s attempt to leave the European Union has become. There’s really not much I can add to the whole debate, except to give my support to all those who took to the streets in London today to try and get the Government to listen. I’ve never particularly felt represented by those in power as I know my views are not so mainstream. But I’ve generally trusted that the Government can do its job and get things done, even if I don’t agree with what that may be. But this inability to decide what’s happening and reach an agreement is beyond ridiculous. Big red-faced, apologetic, eyes-to-the ceiling emoji from me!
from 15 January 2019…
I was feeling a bit stressed out about Brexit earlier, what with today’s Commons vote on the ‘deal’ and the continuing uncertainty about what will happen (Deal or No Deal? This farce is like a Noel Edmonds gameshow). I’ve managed to largely let it pass me by these last couple of years, all the ridiculous indecision as to what leaving the EU actually looks like.
Then I read a piece the other day that featured Brits who’d lived on the continent a long time and their worries. And it got me worried. What will happen? Will I be able to work? Where would I go if I had to go back? What if…? What if…? What if…?
But then I remembered where I was (i.e. the most chilled-out city in the world), and realised that worrying about it wasn’t going to change anything or get me anywhere. I also read this article in The Guardian from the point of view of a bored Europe, which finally curbed any creeping hysteria.
Sort it out, Britain! You’re embarrassing yourself.