The perfect late Spring weather….
Perfect weather for getting stuck in a queue…
When you are stuck in a car waiting for any movement the mind tends to wander. Many questions.
What has happened to my country?
When did we become such an inwardly looking, uncaring, reactionary and thuggish country?
What type of twisted and broken country are we leaving for future generations?
What hope is there when a country becomes so utterly fractured?
Just how bad will things get for so many with Brexit going so badly wrong?
Why are so many voters happy to vote for a corrupt, inept, racist, lying, misogynistic clown?
Then the mind wandered to…..
Is it me. Is it me that is the outlier here?
If I don’t belong in my country anymore, what do I do, where do I go?
Then the traffic started to move. The hail kept coming down. The view out of the car windscreen started to change, sadly my view about my country didn’t…..