So we leave the EU. Abandon the greatest peacetime project of all; the thing that stated that whatever our differences we recognise that deep down we are, after all, the same people. Instead of reaching out, we abandon and look away, because those in power see some advantage to themselves so lead the sheep there. We remove our voice in some paradoxical promise that we will find more ears.
Well fuck Brexit and its small minded, enclosed proponents.
I am of Earth, humanity, European, British, English, Geordie. I hope one day I will be in a society that fully reflects that.
We’ve seen Snowdogs before (twice) so when we heard that Snowmen were coming for a display along the Thames of course Heather and I were going to see them. We got to take Heather’s Mum and little Evie with us too.
Why do we call it a “bathroom” when the bath is the probably the least used fitting in there?
There’s a tradition that Heather and I visit Rochester each year. Normally we try and go around March time, or in the summer, but this year Heather’s foot trouble and operation had delayed us getting there, to the point we were getting worried we wouldn’t make it. We finally did though, arriving just in time for Christmas fun.
A short note because I’m still backlogged. The WAY Christmas dinner was a small affair at Pato Lounge. There was quite a bit of prosecco, some decent tapas starters, a good dinner and disappointing puddings.
I recently had to use up some leave and so had a week off work. Unfortunately maintenance to the drains where I live meant I had to be out of home for the first day. Fortunately this give a chance to head for the Science Museum