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I give up

I give up trying to understand what is going on in the heads of the politicians in the UK - on all sides of the spectrum.  They all voted to trigger Article 50 so I assume they all agreed to respect the result of the referendum.  I could understand why no-one wanted the Irish backstop as negotiated by Theresa May but since then the whole situation has changed.  We have people who want no-deal, those who don't, and others who want a withdrawal agreement but refuse to sign it.  Corbyn has been pushing for a General Election for months and now says he won't agree to one.  And does anyone in Parliament actually care what the people think?  I know that to the rest of the world, the UK has slid into a democratic abyss from which I am not sure it can recover.  It is difficult to even support or agree with one side or the other when they keep changing their minds every five minutes.  I say sack the lot of them, put a toddler in charge and he or she can play with the other toddler across the pond in the fast declining USA.

Still no rain.  Last week when I had to play a tennis match every day I was praying for rain so that I wouldn't have to play outside in the scorching sun.  This week the temperature is much more comfortable but everywhere is as dry as dust.  Even the rivers have dried up in places and in our local river there are now trees where there used to be water flowing.  What, I ask, will happen when we finally get rain and there is nowhere for it to go?  Well we can bury our heads in the sand like Trump. It was a bit like kids when they play truant.  They skip school but are seen on camera at the local mall.  Trump cancelled his trip to Poland so that he could concentrate all his efforts on the hurricane, oh sorry I mean golf course.

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