To those of you living in an igloo or at the very top of a Banyan tree in New Guinea, Brexit is a shorthand for Britain’s Exit from Europe.
I could write a post on my hatred of this tendency to blend words rather than, ooh, I don’t know, just say them.
But the thing that’s on my mind is the reaction to the result.
As it happens 75% of the electorate turned up – the rest obviously had better things to do like preparing facebook posts to spill bile all over my breakfast.
As it happened, a tidge over half voted OUT.
Democracy, you know, that thing that was hard fought for, told us the people’s will.
However, just like a football team losing, the fans of REMAIN were bitter to say the least.
Apparently, if you voted the “wrong” way you were a “tosser”, ignorant, mad and just plain stupid.
This, my dears, is what galls me.
By the way, the analyses I’ve read today tell me that the better off you are, the more it will impact you.
Interest rates will fall, foreign holidays will be expensive to buy and to spend money on, European cars will cost too.
The price of oranges and tomatos will go up but … meh.
Our leaders are all in peril. The PM has resigned and the opposition leader is dealing with a vote of no confidence.
European wines will become expensive but I prefer New World.
Benefits may suffer but they’ve gone down in value during this governments tenure anyway.
The effects are yet to be seen.
The real eye opener has been the shameful way folk have reacted to the result.
Life, I’ve found, isn’t about getting what you want. For me it’s more about dealing with what you’ve got.
Events happen like pins on a pinball table and what measures you as a Human Being is how you react.
Take a deep breath, hold it in, slowly release and …. move on.
