Tuesday, 29 January 2019
Sympathy? Brexit? Whisky?
Sympathy? Not a bit! Only women muttering "Wimp" and "We just have to get on with it" and all the while not getting on with it. I fixed them today however, I stayed at home and let them 'get on with it' while I suffered the slings and arrows (coughs & sneeze & ludicrous tiredness) all day long. At least what passes for a brain cleared a bit although no longer adding whisky to my tea probably had a part to pay in that. However I remain indoors avoiding the cold wind and bright sun while reading about snow falling and leaving drifts across road and rail. Possibly tonight we might get this horrid white stuff just in time for me to visit Sainsburys for more Brexit stock.
While the world goes about its business Theresa and the 650 gather in the House each with a smile on the face and a knife in hand to stab in someone's back, just who as yet they are not too sure but it will happen.
Brexit again on the agenda, again it is life or death, again speculation mounts, again nobody knows what is going on. On all sides the chattering continues but in the House each MP is looking to his future. The eyes are on their hoped for promotion, they follow the man (surely not another woman) who will lead the Tories while on the other side they all hope Jeremy suffers a sudden failure and is carted of to hospital allowing a leader to take over.
It is difficult to believe this is happening. Can this really be the state of government of a leading nation? Can all this be the fault of a small group of Eton toffs fighting for the top job? Tory Brexiteers have always been there sniping away from the south east, filling their tabloids with stories of lazy unemployed, cheating sick and of course millions of immigrants taking over and every one an Islamic terrorist who will cut your throat as you sleep!
So the sheep vote for Brexit and those more thoughtful who did also find that whatever they expected will not be happening. Promises will not be kept, trade deals will not happen and while the Hedge Fund managers, all Brexiteers it appears, will be making a killing the millions who voted Leave will be out of work and losing their homes, their families and their NHS (bought by US cash).
I may go back to bed while they 'debate' in the House. Watching it all day might lead to a brick through the screen.
It's no good, the bug made me sit and watch Parliament this afternoon and the low nature of the debate drove me to drink. l now sit here in bed suffering Man Flu while coughing loud enough to keep the neighbours awake. Whisky for warmth then as the weather man again promises snow, rain, wind and horror, he might even mean it this time. As my work colleagues refused to send a nurse to aid me tomorrow will find me early up at the shops filling the empty store cupboard as I have already promised. Whether I can be bothered is another thing especially after the Brexit vote...