“It terrifies me, the fragility of these moments in our lives.”
Thursday, 5 December 2019
Swven days to go.....
One week to go. One week, there is fear and anxiety running through the
establishment. You can hear it, you smell it, you taste it, you see it.
Deep in my stomach I move from elation to depression. As the moon grows
to fullness there is no chance of getting Brexit done and the taps will
not flow milk and honey. And yet something feels very different,
something odd is about to happen. As Trump flounces home we stand on
the edge of the best of times and of the worst of times. It will be
decided soon..the only real threat Corbyn is of that to privilege. Wake
up and smell the coffee.
My dire Wolves report to me that an awful lot of people from Labour are
looking very happy as the postal votes comes in. Perhaps this explains
the nervousness of the Tories..
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