Is what husband has been saying since waking up on Friday morning to hear the election results. His mournful tone is that of a 14-year-old boy who has found out his girlfriend was seen snogging somebody at the local disco. Theresa is now snogging Arlene Foster which makes the whole thing sound a bit creepy and I’ll stop right there.
It appears that it is not just our household who are living through the aftershock of this election. On Friday night I had a phone call from my Mum
“Hello darling, any plans for the weekend?”
“No none, all very quiet”
“Oooohhh I am glad, delighted in fact”
“Because if your Father mentions this bloody election one more time I am coming down to spend the weekend with you and I’m bringing the dog.”
She must have been cross if she was using the dog as a hostage. However it’s true that if she left the house he may have noticed that food was a bit thin on the ground, but without the dog he would be truly bereft and she knew it – street fighting tactics.
I did warn her that the atmosphere here was not much better with husband holding head in hands and repeating ‘How could this happen?’ whilst attacking radio and television political reporters with ferocity usually reserved for a losing South African rugby team.
Let’s be honest it has been a total cock-up, who’s to blame I have no idea and don’t really care to fathom an answer, because we need to get on and live with it. I don’t think Corbyn was liked it is just that May was disliked more, pretty much as per Trump & Clinton.
Theresa must be in pieces, after thinking she was the prettiest, most popular girl at school and she’s been spectacularly upstaged by a CND hippie who neither courts popular opinion or is swayed by the trappings of consumerism – that’s got to hurt. All that shoe shopping in vain.
And whilst we laughed our heads off at America, we now need to eat a big slice of humble pie since becoming the laughing-stock of, if not the world then most definitely Europe. As for Ms Merkel’s chirp that her office is happy to proceed with Brexit talks on Monday – it’s a low blow Angie, in case you hadn’t noticed we’re doing a bit of housekeeping over here.
We too are ready for Brexit talks on Monday but who walks through her door and what the hell they are going to say is a totally different matter.