When we planned the Brexit party, it was expected to be a celebration of our continuting status as part of a larger European community.
Someone said, This is like a divorce; and so it was, with all that sense of shock.
But the party went on, rather monothematically - no-one wanted to talk about anything else. Our Irish friends, north and south, now have to expect the old border to return with the accompanying threat of war. Academics who have been clinging on by their fingertips loose their funding. As farmers loose their subsidies, who knows what will happen to UK food prices? And of course, as the pound plummets we have all lost money. My meagre pension will be yet meagre-er.
This could well be the last party for a while (though I doubt it, really) Here are Jim and Saveria; Jamsie and Andree, with her back to the camera; Fran and John and a glimpse of Margaret -
-the useful and charming James; Billy, Elizabeth and Sav;
Ian, Dermot, Gracie and Lily gazing at Kate; below, Olle-Bendick and Clare -
lots of folk seem to have evaded my camera but you get the idea :) The last guest left just before midnight when the storm began, thunder and lightening generally marking the end of one epoch.
I'm proposing a referendum to gain autonomy for Esperaza. We grow our own food, make our own wine, have a water supply. Got a mountain we can cover in solar panels. It could be done. And a pox on the swivel-eyed loonies out there :)
