Aftermath!

Oh dear! Words are almost failing me. I was prepared to be on the losing side of this Brexit mess. But I wasn’t prepared for the triumphal joy. I stayed up much too late listening to almost everyone screaming with joy. Needless to say I couldn’t get enthusiastic about the prospect ahead. So I went to bed long after midnight. Listening to all the heartfelt joy coming over the airwaves wasn’t conducive to a quiet night. But I did fall sleep eventually only to wake later with a very itchy face. I spent most of the night trying not to scratch or rub my poor smitten face. I did sleep eventually but this morning I see I am back to having a bright red visage! This in itself wouldn’t matter except that I’m going out to lunch later. I just hope it’s not a celebration! Me and my red face would not sit comfortably alongside the sort of triumphant stuff I’m hearing on the radio. Me and my face would let the side down this morning...I’m afraid...we have such a long way to go now...everything has to be sorted out in detail ... goodwill all round is essential. I’ll do my best...but I have to admit my heart is not with it! Oh dear doesn’t quite cut it this morning...oh hell sounds much more reasonable. It will all be fine once the joy wears off.....but it could take some time!