We’re now in the last week of February 2020 and I have clearly missed my goal of making sure I post something on this blog every Monday.
By failing to write anything at all this month.
Then again, the ‘posting every Monday pledge’ was when I was still subject to EU regulations, whereas now we’ve got our country back I’m free to post as little or as often as I want.
Although if I’m honest I would like to post something every week and my failure to do so in February is really a personal failing rather than as a result of Brexit.
Also, the EU don’t really care about my blog.
Which is another reason I’m glad to see the back of them.
Oh yes I may once have been a certified ‘remoaner’ but now we’re actually out I’ve seen the light. Britain post-Brexit is just so much better in every way imaginable.
Except for the fact that everything is largely the same.
But it would be churlish to suggest that Brexit wasn’t the best thing to ever happen to this country just because it was preceded by three years of economic uncertainty and massive social division and that it was predicated on lies and no small amount of racism.
Because now that it’s here it’s just brilliant.
Obviously I was slightly alarmed to discover that I can no longer speak French. I don’t speak a lot of French anyway, what with not having travelled abroad since the glorious decision back 2016 to reclaim our sovereignty, but occasionally I like to practice. But on the 1st February morning the words literally choked me.
And when I popped out to get my morning croissant that day I was met with blank uncomprehending stares in my local supermarket, who offered me a bowl of porridge instead.
And when I tried to get hold of some German sausage I was met with equal incomprehension and no small amount of innuendo.
Obviously, none of the above is true. Although I would always exercise a certain amount of caution when using the term ‘German sausage’. Context is key I find.
Anyway, it’s the end of February, more or less, and this is the only thing I’ve managed to write.
This is, admittedly, not fantastic.
But it’s still more than I managed to write in February 2019.
So this, believe it or not, actually represents progress of sorts.
It’s amazing what counts as achievment when you set the bar low enough.
You had me at saucisson… (because weirdly, it’s one of my favourite words and makes its way into my vocabulary fairly regularly. 99% of the time completely irrelevant to what is being discussed!)
Today I have been celebrating the fact that I can have a blue passport again. Yippee! I hope I sound convincing.