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Monday, 14 January 2019

On a more serious note. The British often begrudgingly admire the way the French protest. You know, refusing to budge until demands are met and smashing the place up a bit to make sure their leaders know they aren't messing about. Recently 700,000 British people demonstrated through the streets of London to show they are not happy with Brexit and to say perhaps there should be a second vote. Did they go crazy? Did they run through the streets shouting 'we are all French now!' carrying out acts of mindless violence. No, they didn't, but perhaps they should have done. That would have really given the politicians something to take their minds off things. I say people should smash things up a bit more. Instead everyone had a jolly time and then went home to watch Strictly and have a nice cup of tea. Some minister or another says there shouldn't be a second vote. That if there is, and the 'will of the people' isn't carried out there will be violence on the streets of the kind never seen before. He says this as he looks out of his window at Westminster and sees about a hundred people wearing yellow jackets protesting. They have a list of grievances and it includes just about everything. People are now starting to argue with people they don't know on the street which is no surprise seeing as everyone has fallen out with their family friends and colleagues on the matter. The Tories have liquidated themselves. As for the other lot, well. Today is Theresa May's Big Nothing day. Everyone else is staying in because it's too cold and there's that programme where you watch other people watching programmes. Or Netflix. No one really understands any of it anymore except it all looks like a cross between Monty Python and Blackadder. What a load of old cobblers.Business as usual.
I have just seen my new neighbours. I said hello and the father completely ignored me. I said hello again and he still gave me the cold shoulder. His children, I presume they are his kids, said hello and smiled while the mother hid behind the door. I immediately felt they must be racists ( the parents) and then thought maybe they are just rude. Then I wondered if they are shy or perhaps deaf. We never know what people are going through. Now my imagination is telling me they are probably on the run.

Saturday, 12 January 2019

The study is full of papers, notes, diaries. My life is one long unfinished short story. I found an old note in a box that said the following, which I presume were new year's resolutions of some kind....
Leave the theatre
Start teaching 
Live in Madrid
Speak Spanish
Art Heist.

Sunday, 6 January 2019

People who don't speak other languages that think they know how people who speak other languages think and feel.

Saturday, 22 December 2018

I've just read an article by someone called Brendan O'Neill. It felt like an essay written by an overexcited schoolboy who has just discovered Hitler.

Friday, 14 December 2018

I've just received my Tarjeta Sanitaria Europea and it was accompanied by a lovely letter from the Minister of Work, Migration, and Social Security or rather the Director General, one Maria Redondo Rincon in which she said she was very pleased to send me said card which I can use during my 'displacement' or trip abroad in the EU and added she wishes 'your grace' ( that's me) a happy stay wherever I am destined. Watch out world, here I come!

Thursday, 13 December 2018

Don't talk to me about immigrants. I am an immigrant, I married an immigrant and so did my husband!