Tuesday morning
Still some clouds around, and once again, mosquitoes. I’m constantly slapping my legs under the desk and grumbling, occasionally reaching for the spray to take my revenge and then not being able to find the little blighters. Still, they’re not too aggressive, just noisy in the ear.
I have little news for you today as I spent all of yesterday at home. I intended to go for a walk, but my leg vetoed that idea when I stood up from the desk, put my weight on it and found it wasn’t there. At least, that’s how it felt as I lurched sideways, reaching for something to hold on to. One of those trapped nerves that gives a twinge and momentarily anaesthetizes your limb. It’s a little better today, which is good because I have to pop down to the bank to drop off some paperwork; all part of the ‘getting ahead of Brexit disaster’ game and having my records right up to date before it happens. I’m doing this as my own idea, by the way. No-one’s released any advice on what us non-Europeans should be prepared for as no-one knows, but I reckon it’s a good idea for anyone with a yUK passport to make sure they are registered with the authorities, on the electoral register, have your banking profile up to date, your tax information and records ready, and be prepared for some horrible scenario which will probably never happen.
But I’m not going to get started on the ugly state of British politics and the destruction of the country by… No! I’m not going to get started. Instead, I am going to stop now before I use ‘get’ and ‘going’ for a third… fourth time in one paragraph, and see to my paperwork.
Ps, random old photos today.
