Tonight Raoul took me to Hutong in the Shard. What an amazing view. London is such a cool city to be in. Too bad it is all to be thrown away when we Brexit. We accidentally ordered soft shelled crab, reminding us of the time in Florida when I previously ordered it. So creepy, just like a plate of spiders. This time they were deep fried though, so not quite so off-putting.
I've been living in SE1 now for about 4 years. It would be good to move although now is not a good time with the property market tinkering on the edge of a crash. Best to wait until that happens and then jump in. Like on 29th March 2019, 11pm when we apparently leave the EU. Without a deal, the way it is going, a suicidal mission if ever there was one.
Kidney wise I'm not sure which will come first- my transplant or Brexit. Both are in dire straights. I've been losing a bit of blood in the past month. I think dialysis is quite close now. Funny how people react to that. For me it feels normal, but its hard for others to take in.
Theresa May lost two Cabinet members in the past week. The government is crumbling, yet she is hell bent on taking us off the edge of the cliff. There are still the important issues of (1) Ireland border (2) citizen rights and (3) the financial divorce bill that need settling in the next two weeks. I think beyond that then things are really going to start to melt down. Badly.
Well it's not like we didn't warn them. People like my mother seem to think naively that it will all be okay. Well it won't be. This is a complete disaster for the country and I want no part in it. If it weren't for being on the kidney transplant list we would have left this festering island a long time ago. Still, at least London is a moderately outward looking outcrop in a sea of nationalistic intolerance.
God get me out of this time in history. I am so ashamed to be British right now.
I've been living in SE1 now for about 4 years. It would be good to move although now is not a good time with the property market tinkering on the edge of a crash. Best to wait until that happens and then jump in. Like on 29th March 2019, 11pm when we apparently leave the EU. Without a deal, the way it is going, a suicidal mission if ever there was one.
Kidney wise I'm not sure which will come first- my transplant or Brexit. Both are in dire straights. I've been losing a bit of blood in the past month. I think dialysis is quite close now. Funny how people react to that. For me it feels normal, but its hard for others to take in.
Theresa May lost two Cabinet members in the past week. The government is crumbling, yet she is hell bent on taking us off the edge of the cliff. There are still the important issues of (1) Ireland border (2) citizen rights and (3) the financial divorce bill that need settling in the next two weeks. I think beyond that then things are really going to start to melt down. Badly.
Well it's not like we didn't warn them. People like my mother seem to think naively that it will all be okay. Well it won't be. This is a complete disaster for the country and I want no part in it. If it weren't for being on the kidney transplant list we would have left this festering island a long time ago. Still, at least London is a moderately outward looking outcrop in a sea of nationalistic intolerance.
God get me out of this time in history. I am so ashamed to be British right now.
