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Sunday, 2 December 2018
Britain's fishermen making their feelings known.
If I remember correctly, when asked to vote on Brexit we put our X against a choice of two very succinct scenarios.
1: Remain a member of the European Union, or 2: Leave the European Union.
I'm still trying to work-out where Mrs May's negotiations sit between those two. Her current deal seems neither one thing nor the other. It may be that her proposal would eventually work-out very well for UK plc, but as the country was split almost 50/50, it does appear that she's trying to please all-comers; and we know where 'compromise' leads!
Surely we voted either to stay, or to get out; there wasn't a third box suggesting some mish-mash pick-n-mix. I don't think the UK public has ever been fed such conflicting arguments on a subject, and somehow I'm beginning not to believe any of them; but at the same time I don't disbelieve them either.
The worst bit of the whole Brexit business, is that Marxist Corbyn could eventually benefit from all the chaos, and then the whole country really would be buggered.
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!