Some weeks nothing goes right. Not that anything went actually wrong, but I supposed it didn’t go to plan, more or less. It’s difficult to explain. I did achieve my writing goals, which is good. Last week I wrote over 10500 words, which is really good, I think. I’ve realized though that, since I set my 600 words a day goal, not a week has gone by that I haven’t missed a day. Boohoo. T
This week is not going to be any different, since I am going to London tomorrow and I’m not back until Sunday afternoon, so that’ll be at least three days to recover. Not that I would change it. I am going to see Harry Potter and the Cursed Child in the theatre. I haven’t been to the theatre since I was a child. I am also going to see my best friend, Gloria, who I haven’t seen since November, and one of my best friends from my volunteer time, Cristina, who is coming from Italy.
Ironically, Gloria (who is Spanish), Cristina and I (half French and half Spanish) will be going around London on the day of the European referendum. That’s going to be some fun… not. Because I am not going to even try to be politically correct about the subject, Brexit pisses me off. There is no other word for it. My husband was watching the debate last night and I put on headphones and put the volume up because I honestly don’t wanted to hear it. Liam, having heard what was being said, agreed.
A friend of mine said to me that, bottom line, it’s about immigration. Truth be told, I’ve seen many comments about it. How the bad bad immigrants come to claim benefits. And take their jobs… So all while they work, they claim benefits. Funny how that works.
But I am not even going to comment on the economical repercussions of leaving the EU, or who actually would benefit from such a separation. I will comment on the following:
Or the classic: United we stand, divided we fall. And that’s really all there is to it.
But I am not going to let the referendum bother me, not even the fact that Downing Street hasn’t addressed what’s going to happen to all of us European immigrants if Brexit wins. I shall enjoy my trip to London and hope people have the common sense I hope they have.
In the meantime, there won’t be much online work done this week, my head is all over the place with preparations and worry about my hand luggage. Petty, petty airlines… I shall tell you all about it when I come back!