Monday, 25th March
Stockpiled items: French white wine 18; toilet rolls 48; mini-breaks 2; Fray Bentos pies 6; panic attacks 2; no. times checked signatures on petition 24 (better) (but 24 times per minute undeniably obsessive)
3am Awake in usual Brexit cold sweat when remember after years-long assumption that someone somewhere knows what they are doing, realisation that no one is in charge or has first idea about anything.
7am Just turned on telly. Unbelievable. A million people marched in streets last weekend, 1,000s per hour signing petition and is as if nothing happened. Still politicians wandering Parliament Square slagging each other off in endless stream of incomprehensible gibberish to any news camera that will listen. “Vote on a series of meaningful, indicative votes to amend the way to a favoured outcome, cross-dressing Brexit, 12th April, 22nd June, customised unicorn exit Brexit etc, etc . . .”
Don’t they realise WE DON’T HAVE THE FIRST IDEA WHAT THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT, what they’re objecting to, what’s in the deal or what it will mean for us because no one can be arsed to explain it? Suspect they don’t understand it either. Even researching online unsustainable as hypnotisingly boring in manner of Theresa May speech.
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