Is it just me or is more or less everyone fed up with the whole Brexit thing? Unless we are a top financial brain do we any of us really understand what effect it will have on our lives? And after all these months or wrangling, of neglecting the serious issues in our society, of promising the earth if and/or when all this is behind us, can any of us really understand what is going on? I doubt it. In fact (and I am ashamed to say it) I don't really care any more - I have almost lost the will to live and have certainly lost the will to even try to understand the machinations let loose in Whitehall and Brussels.
I look out of the window as I sit here typing. There are still a few flowers giving their best in the garden - the Achillea has been out for months and is still glowing its golden flowers which tower over the border; the white Cosmos shows here and there and brightens things up no end; the Michaelmas Daisies - some tall and stately and some quite small and tidy - shout out that this is their season and they will enjoy it come what may in Brussels. It would be rather nice to be a plant, or an animal or any kind of inanimate object at the moment rather than live through this period in our history which others in the future will look back on with astonishment at our politicians (they really don't deserve a capital letter either singly or collectively).
Right, that has got that off my chest. It is a lovely breezy day - the odd quick shower but that's all.
I inadvertently mentioned to Tess that friend S would be here shortly (it is the day she often takes Tess for a walk) and now she is sitting by the front door waiting and there is still an hour to go.
I have just eaten a lunch of Turkey Lasagne made by a Church lady and sold on the first Saturday of each month at the Church Coffee Morning (and delicious it is too), followed by a delicious ripe pear. Shall now endeavour to not think about B***** again today.