Turning One's Insides Out...

Well, it's hotting up isn't it? No, not the weather. The debate. Whether you're in or out, there's certainly an awful lot of shaking it all about.
As we rumbled down to Somerset this weekend for the most beautiful of weddings, we passed many posters saying "Vote Leave." Clear and unambiguous. So much better than a reference to Brexit. I hate these clever, cocky little names coined by the press or political pundits. No one refers to Breave which presumably is for the likes of me who is risk-averse and clinging to a raft that calls itself the status quo.
Who was it that said he had sat on the fence for so long  that he had splinters in his backside? I don't know, but he certainly summed it up for the huge numbers of us that sway and bend with each political debate, attempting to gain sufficient confidence to make a considered judgement.
Meanwhile, political knives are being sharpened so that no matter whether we leave or remain there will be great rifts in our government which will take years to heal.

So with all the turmoil around I should be seeking inner calm on the domestic front. No such luck. Frankly, I can hardly Breave here. One working lavatory shared by three plumbers and me. I tried liquid rationing to reduce the ebb and flow, so to speak, but found myself tripping over their parched tongues. Thank God I have a bladder like an elephant. I just wish that the lock on the bathroom door was a little more secure. So I have taken to singing loudly to broadcast my presence. It mostly works.

Work has also commenced on our bedroom. This seemed like a good idea in principle. Every other bedroom is jammed with clothes hanging rails and the detritus of thirty six years. I cannot believe that the renovation of two rooms in a house can cause such unutterable mayhem.
I have, however, placed an embargo on the increasingly frequent and increasingly desperate cry of "Where's my..?"  Thank goodness my uterus is an efficient tracking device.

I know that things have to get worse before they get better. It is a blinding demonstration of what lies ahead on the political front whichever way we vote next week.