This morning my wife said to me, “We should be outside”, meaning we should be out there gardening. Well, we didn’t do any gardening and within a very short time we had hail bouncing off the roofs, and when the hail stopped it turned to snow. What it will be like after March 29th I dread to think.
Also, my copy of Mrs. Miles’ Diary arrived from abebooks. Glancing through it I saw, as I rather expected, the confusion and uncertainty of the days before and just after 3 September 1919 accurately portray and foretell the times we are going through now as our inept “Government” and “Parliament” together totter towards Brexit and neither they nor we know what is coming to us. We shall just have to do the best we can and help one another out if possible.