Sunrise
I had a lie-in on Wednesday morning, not leaping out of bed until six. The day was half over already, but I was just in time to see the sunrise. I took today’s photos about two minutes after getting out of bed. I did remember to get dressed before running up the outside stairs to the roof though, so that was a blessing for everyone. Not that there was anyone around at that time.
I, like everyone else around the world, am looking forward to the next act of Brexit! The Panto mainly with my head in my hands. I’m wondering what on earth is being done about all the other policies that country has to deal with and how many people are left on the “Save Brexit” trudge down south, or whatever it was meant to be. (An exercise in orienteering? A group of rain-and-cagoule fetish folk out for a stimulatingly damp rustle? A general embarrassment to all (i.e. both) concerned?) I’m also wondering how many will turn up for the “Stop Brexit” rally at the weekend, not that even two million voices would make a difference to one deaf prime minister. Good luck, chaps. Nothing I can do to help you, so I’m going to get in the popcorn.
Anyway, it’s yesterday now, and I must go down to Yialos shortly for the weekly post and bank rummage.
