Is it too much to ask?

It is a strange time, isn’t it? Tier 3 means we can’t do anything which, for us, doesn’t mean a great deal day-to-day. We have settled into a routine of admin type stuff (I’ve got of Black Bulls and White Horses back from my proofreader and am preparing it for sale), a run/walk and then we sit down after 3 pm and watch a film. I know it sounds a bit ‘old persony’, but when you can’t get out and the weather is so flat and the light so poor, it’s quite fun curled up on the sofa and being fed pixels. That, of course, is not the issue … although it is not something we have ever done before. The issue is the inability to plan.

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By now we would have had our ski trip to Chatel sorted. We normally do post-NYE. In January we went for 4 weeks and had the time of our lives. And, by now, we would have a Spring trip abroad in Doris sorted. If you remember we had 6 weeks planned for Spain in March, but covid saw to that. The year before we did Croatia … etc. Irregardless of the vaccine, we can’t plan on either of those things. However, we do know that, covid and passport allowing, Rebecca is hoping to bring Henry back to the UK early Spring. So that’s something to look forward to. And we will get away as soon as we can. Doris is ready … and she desperately wants to smell the sea and brown her knees. We’ll see.

Talking of Bex, Henry is, apparently, in the just eating and napping phase. We sense she’s struggling with lack of sleep, but that’s one of the prerequisites of early motherhood, I guess. Anyhow, I include an update photo for you.

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And finally, it appears that the US is coming to the conclusion that His Orangeness might have not won the election. It is crazy, isn’t it, that with the pandemic still sweeping through the country, with more lives lost each day than succumbed at Pearl Harbour, Trump is still taking no discernible federal action. It’s criminal.

Talking of criminal, we are days away from the final Brexit deadline. Sure, I’m a staunch remainer, but I lost. I get that. However, it would be nice to think that on 1st January we find ourselves in a position that doesn’t adversely impact upon the lives, livelihood and health of my family and friends. Is that too much to ask? (I was looking forward to those sunlit uplands, after all …) Sure, have your sovereignty, whatever that means, and fish, and your £350 million a week (or whatever the true figure is) for the NHS, and your control on immigration from the EU (sorry, I won’t accept Turkey as a threat here, nor that we couldn’t have done immigration from outside the EU differently, which we could), and your cutting through the red tape and unelected bureaucrats. Take all those wins … those benefits. But please make sure we have no food and medicine shortages, that businesses don’t collapse, that my pension is secure … I could go on. Please. Is is too much to ask?

Oh. And please don’t blame me if Brexit isn’t quite what you thought it might be. I didn’t vote for it … you did.

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Stay safe everyone.

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