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Ad infinitum

The protests go on and on.  Whilst I am sympathetic to them on the subject of fuel taxes, the violence is inexcusable and the protest seems to have spread to a general anti-Macron feeling.  In this region the protests have been peaceful but you never know which road, roundabout or garage they are going to be blocking on any one day.  Hence yesterday I left half an hour early for an appointment and the roads were clear but when I returned I was held up by burning tyres, a lecture and yet another petition to sign.  My name must be appearing on so many pieces of paper that I will probably be thrown out of the country for being a political agitator.

Brexit, too, goes on ad infinitum with seemingly no end in sight.  Whilst I keep hearing that the EU want and need Britain more than Britain needs them, the reality is that France at least couldn't care a less about Britain and I suspect that the rest of the EU feel the same.

Meanwhile on the other side of the pond it seems that no-one has the guts to stand up to Trump and get rid of him and so he continues to cause mayhem in the States and all around the world.  For the future of the world, however, it seems there is no ad infinitum unless something is done about climate change.

Is there any chance 2019 will be better?  I doubt but I am an optimist.....

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