The stuff of nightmares

Ahh so here I am again. Moany McMoanFace. Whingy McWhingeBag.

Speaking of that – if this bloody Referendum ‘has to stand as a democratic act’ then I think we should demand Boaty McBoatFace is given its true name.

Sigh.

Yes, we are all quite whingy and annoying us ousted Liberals, but you know what – everything is total shit right now.

After humiliating us all further when speaking in Brussels last week (seriously, are you like 5 years old Nigel? Shouting at people they’ve never had a real job? Twit.) – he has now announced he wants his life back and has resigned.

Don’t get me wrong, I do want him to disappear the F off, however part of me also thinks he should have to face up to the pile of crap he has helped cause. My only consolation is the realisation that for the most part he faces a lengthy future knowing that wherever he goes, be it petrol station, cinema or pub – chances are someone will call him something amusing to his face. But he won’t find that amusing for long.

That leads me to the Tories and their little scrabble to rescue us all by delivering an anointed leader. The selection of people genuinely sends a shiver down my spine. I know we basically can’t believe much of anything in the press, but the variety of terrible things being written about them all – without apparent risk of being sued – tells me that this aint a great bunch of people to lead a nation. This evening I have gleaned that one of them has been in support of small companies not having to observe any workers rights and Teresa May apparently refuses to confirm that EU citizens already living in the UK  are not going to be repatriated.

WTF Teresa? If this is your big plan to negotiate with the powers that be in Europe, well – I am guessing they might not like that kind of thing. Which spells a lot of trouble for British people living in Europe, either now or in the future.

Sigh.

And Michael Gove – well, apparently he tweeted this morning “We need to renegotiate a new relationship with the EU, based on free trade and friendly cooperation.

Seriously Gove?

ARE THEY TRYING TO MAKE US ALL LOSE OUR FRIGGING MINDS WITH THEIR UTTER USELESSNESS!!!!!!!

He has of course been punished the modern way, by being crucified on twitter. My favourite response is:

Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME? We had one of those you haunted pork mannequin.

(Check it out on the Huffington Post)

People are definitely getting better at coming up with insults, that’s one positive.

I’m clearly not a political expert. Like 99.9% of the British population I cannot claim to have a full understanding of our current situation. But it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that what is happening is pretty much massively rubbish.

The trolls are out in force, of course. I have virtually had to cut myself off of social media entirely, because of the rage it’s bringing out in me at the plethora of nasty comments I am seeing everywhere. How anyone can troll Caroline Lucas, who genuinely must be the nicest (if not – only nice?) politician out there is BEYOND ME!!!!!!!

In good news, the general personal rage has definitely subsided. The sadness has also ebbed. I am starting to regain normality little by little – but don’t think that means I am not pissed off still. Because I am. I don’t think I will ever not be angry about this.

However, in an attempt to ‘find joy in the every day’ or whatever happy hippy bull shit I purport to be doing … here goes.

Hmm.

Well, I cleared a lot of work backlog today? Boring, but always satisfying.

I chased Kasper round the sofa with a fakey tasmanian devil, he chased me with a monkey.

Kasper gave me his first attempt at a funny story, which went something like ‘Daddy ate all the cake’. Given that it’s only Mummy who even eats cake in this house, I laughed my little booty off.

I spoke to an old friend who told me her and her family were going to Amsterdam for a day. Yes people – we can still do these things – we can visit Amsterdam in a day! Sounds quite tiring if I am honest, but let’s do it anyway.

And finally… Kasper had a haircut and was a total cutie pie, which is never guaranteed so I ticked it off as a success.

For the cheese record – I have mainly consumed a nice wedge of brie. Does what it says on the tin, nout can go wrong with a wedge of brie.

That is all. What can I say, it’s Tuesday!

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Moany McMoanFace

Finding Joy in the every day, even when it’s not easy!

The atmosphere of the UK this past ten days has been like nothing I have experienced before, and hopefully will not again.

We are not simply a country divided, it feels like we have quite literally combusted.

As written in this week’s Economist “It is now a week since voters narrowly opted for Brexit, and the country has seldom looked so wildly off the rails…The damage to Britain’s prosperity and to its standing in the world is already grave, and will become far worse if the country now fails to ‘take back control’ of its future.”

How very bleak.

The Economist is where I go to make sense of things happening in the world – so to me this sentence just further demonstrates the depressing gravity of the situation Britain finds itself in.

I don’t want this! I don’t like this! Why is this happening?!

My fury and rage have mostly disappeared (as long as I don’t watch the news and avoid at all costs Michael Gove’s face which makes me want to scream upon sight of it).

But it has been replaced with mostly sadness. I just find it all so incredibly depressing.

We have done it to ourselves.

Well, 52% of us have.

And the reasons for doing so remain so unclear to me. I haven’t heard a single thing which makes me think ‘ah well – there’s the silver lining!’. Nothing, because there is no silver lining.

The fact that no one seems to have a game plan, or know what to do next just makes the whole thing feel even worse.

So, this kind of sums up my general mood. Sadness, irritation, melancholy. It’s not good – and I know I am not alone! But it is nice to vent.

Waking up every day feeling like a massive moaning whingebag with a face on is not how I prefer to be, believe it or not.

So, in an effort to cheer myself up (whilst plotting things I can do to change and improve things in this here life) I have been doing the following:

Listening to a lot more music. Truthfully I am not someone who listens to music all that much, and I have even been accused (quite fairly) of not knowing anything past 1999. However, this week I have been really reminded of the restorative nature of music. It’s been a varied selection from Andreas Boccelli, The Beatles through to Radiohead. And listening to all of these things has definitely made me feel better.

Spending time with family. As mentioned, my family has been quite divided regarding the Referendum, with most older people I know voting to Leave. There have been quite a few tense whatsapp discussions and I haven’t been as pleasant as I should be, for someone claiming to foster and promote tolerance. But family is family eh. So we had dinner at my parents last night, and ate an extremely delicious meal which my Father had spent about eight hours preparing, genuinely. We had home-made chicken satay which reminded me of street food in Indonesia, and then red pork with stir-fried vegetables and rice. The first meal I ever ate in China was red pork – it was on my first night there in the city of Kunming, it was absolutely delicious and I have always remembered it. And last night it tasted just the same. Lucky old me.

Making the most of Kasper.  Many spiritual people talk about the importance of being grateful, and thinking of things which we are grateful for. I have been trying to do this as much as possible. Although when you’re feeling sorry for yourself this can be hard. Still, there is always one thing at the top of my list and that is Kasper, who always wakes up happy. Not like his mother at all in that sense. How grateful for that am I!