It’s Bloody Brexit Day

I haven’t posted recently, and am feeling guilty as quite a lot of you took the trouble to drop by on Wednesday. The truth is, I am still editing, but I should finish, tomorrow or Sunday, and get back to enjoying doing some new writing.

It’s hard to keep the comedic banter going, now that the Coronavirus has been declared a World Health Emergency. The enormity of its threat to our very existence has rather paled Brexit Day into submission. Not that this day is anything to celebrate, its more like a wake. It’s a day I hoped would never come, along with half the British population.

Our shambolic withdrawal from the European Union does not make me feel proud to be British. The cringe-worthy sight of Nigel Farage and his cronies waving child-sized Union Jacks just about finished me off. His infantile behaviour in a room bursting with great minds and forward thinkers was the final straw.

My heart will remain in the EU. I only live fourteen miles away, and despite what the British Government believes, Europe will always stay a part of me. My Grandmother’s Greek genes sealed the deal, and my love of Europe will forever remain, long after bloody Brexit day.


Thank you very much for visiting my niche-less blog! If you have time before you leave, would love you to tell us what you think. All the best, Tessa Barrie

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