The radio, newspapers and the internet are full of the Brexit shambles.
Hubby and I have been listening to the MPs in parliament shouting and arguing for the past three days, votes are being cast now on amendments of amendments, and we have lost track of what they are actually voting for!
It has been confirmed that an extension for our departure from the EU has now been voted for.
Whether this will be a short or long extension is another concern. Either way, it is going to cost the country, and not just monetarily.
Program presenters are predicting an extension period of two years or more, a General Election (heaven help us, we have NO leaders) and a second referendum.
Edward Heath took us into The Common Market way back in 1973.
I was 17, so not eligible to vote anyway, but I don’t remember a referendum being held, yet apparently it was.
I do remember my Dad saying it was a mistake, one of the biggest cons by the Conservative party (as was decimalisation in 1971, also under Edward Heath’s leadership) and that the Conservatives took us in, so they could take us out.
I wonder what he would make of it all now?
Never a truer word than these from Jeffrey Pelt in Hunt for Red October:
“………………..I’m a politician, which means I’m a cheat and a liar, and when I’m not kissing babies, I’m stealing their lollipops……………………………”