O-O-OK, maybe one more thing I wanted to talk about. The obvious one. The Obvious One.

So. Last June 23rd, on the referendum night, I went to sleep as usual in our little cosy Manchester flat. I briefly woke up at around 4 am and wanted to happily go back to sleep, but then - I realised - The Results Are Coming. Suddenly I was wide awake. And checking BBC, obviously.

By 6 am, it was clear, the result climbed over 50%. The husband also woke up briefly at that time. I showed him my phone screen. He did not wake up at first - he was like, yeah yawn, but suddenly he was like, what? And fully awake.

Friday morning was pretty post-apo. It was like going to work through a ghost town. Manchester was strongly pro-remain, and the few people wandering the streets looked like zombies. At work, at least two of my bosses were crying. People looked like something fundamental was taken away from them - like a flood or fire took their house.

Since then, the first shock is gone, but the hangover is still sort of here. The new PM knows nothing about what's going on. She thinks she's cool and hard and not to be fooled - the new Thatcher. But she is most obviously not. On the contrary: the more she says or does, the more it is obvious that she has no f. clue. And the more the sterling falls, making me poorer and poorer! Grrrr. :(

The whole situation in just sort of b/s. Last funny twist was the letters: they are sending letters to EU citizens that they have one month to leave the UK, otherwise they go to jail. The Home Office claims that this is a mistake, but it just makes me nervous. If such a letter has been sent by mistake, it means that the letter exists, and can be sent.

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