Today is the day that the UK leaves the EU, and I feel really sad it’s finally come to this. I honestly believe we’re jumping collectively out of the frying pan and into the fire, and the chaos is only now truly beginning. Although ‘collectively’ is perhaps a bit of a misnomer, as the divide between the half of the country that always wanted to leave and the half of the country that always wanted to stay is as deep as it was on the day of the referendum, and is still truly divisive. I accept with heavy heart that we may indeed be exiting the European Union, but I still want it recognised that it is not being done in my name.
When the result of any referendum is that close, to me it’s not a question of re-running it, of re-hashing old arguements, but of the half on the ‘winning’ side of the arguement being gracious to those on the ‘losing’ side. Accept that you may have won the vote, but appreciate that nevertheless only half the country is with you, and act accordingly. You may have a majority, but only just: The result was far from unanimous. So don’t turn it into an uncivil war of wounding words, don’t twist the truth into multiple misrepresentations of fact or expound a nasty narrative of vitriolic extremes. We are not the enemy.
Don’t try to turn half the population into traitors – because if anything, it’s those of us who wished to stay that have been betrayed by your bullying behaviour, not the other way around. Realise that perhaps this is not a propitious time for proposing street parties and national celebration across the board. Don’t be so cavalier with dismissing our dismay, remember there are still puritans amongst us protesting against such flamboyance who prefer taking a more sober approach. It’s bad enough that it’s happening at all without the ludicrous idea of Big Ben chiming in at a cost of a cool half a million – but thankfully at least that plan has now been shelved.
That whole ugly cartoonish image portrayed to the world of puffed-up Brexiteers gloating over whinging Remoaners is an embarrassment. Nigel Farage and his cronies waving their Union Jack flags so disrespectfully within the European Parliament this week is an embarrassment. For those of us who wished to remain, being dragged out of the EU against our wishes is bad enough without having our noses rubbed in it gleefully by people who should know better. Britain should be greater than this.
I posted a pic earlier in the month for JusJoJanof some colouring in I had just begun, but realise I hadn’t posted an update now it’s finished – so here we go! This one was done only with coloured pencils 🙂
I spent much of the day resting and colouring in, enjoying watching the design fill up as I went round and round, building it up in layers. I love the intricacies of lines and spaces and shapes, of how it all comes together in the end to create something pretty to look at.
I like watching TV, and make no apologies for it. I don’t watch anything and everything, but for those things I do like, I watch TV regularly. I suppose if I had to break it down into genres, most programmes would fall into the following main categories:
Movies – Oooh, I love movies! I’m not a great cinema-goer, so I love watching movies old and new on TV. (PS I include watching DVDs here, as I always watch them on my TV and it feels the same as choosing something on an available channel.)
Detective Dramas – especially movie-length-episode dramas like Endeavour or Vera or Foyle’s War or Lewis, and not forgetting Poirot and Miss Marple.
Historical Dramas – I love well-done historical adaptations of my favourite stories, with authentic costumes and manners and attention to detail.
Documentaries – I sound really boring, but I love factual programmes as much as fiction so find well-made documentaries fascinating, and I learn a lot from them.
Light Entertainment – I love Strictly Come Dancing, and the Great British Bakeoff, and Kirstie and Phil’s Love it or List it, and Long Lost Families, and Who Do You Think You Are? And sometimes old re-runs of Porridge and other similar 1970s sit-coms I grew up watching 🙂
I’ve got a really crappy headache/ sore throat/ sore chest /cold thing going on at the moment and I feel awful, aching all over. It’s definitely not flu, but over the last couple of days it’s absolutely knocked me for six. If I’m not sneezing my head off I’m coughing my lungs up, and if (by any small miracle) I’m doing neither at any given time, I’m busy snuggling curled up on the sofa with a blanket over me, feeling a tad sorry for myself and focusing on getting better.
Sorry you’ve all had to wait an extra day for any sign of my yesterday’s Fandango’s One Word Challenge and JusJoJan prompt post, and I have to report that as I’m still not feeling well enough to dazzle you with potential brilliance, and the chance of me producing any semblance of rapier-sharp wit remains even more scarce than usual, this is also doubling as today’s offering for both too… So there you are, a double twofer from me… 🙂
Hmmm… I have absolutely no idea what the very last business-type call we had would be, but it was probably utilities-related, or something equally as boring, and probably involved some automated options followed by a complete waste-of-time connection to a call-centre based in another country where someone with an incongruously Western-sounding name and a thick foreign accent follows a mindless script without deviation from the written word, and often without much understanding of what’s actually going on…
But the last call I remember for sure was a very useful conversation with a locally-based energy saving initiative guy who was arranging to come round to advise us on how best to make the changes we need to make to our new house to make it as environmentally friendly as possible. We know we need to replace the windows at some point, and will need a new boiler soon enough, and the insulation in the loft needs to be thicker to meet current standards, but it’s nice to get some impartial advice on all of this from someone who does this for a living. Anyway, the guy duly came round as arranged, spent an hour or so checking what he had to check, and has now sent us a report with his advice and suggestions for different several options for a positive way forward.
And just so you know, my main issue with companies basing so-called ‘customer service’ call centres on different continents than the customers in question is that the people who work there often have little or no knowledge of anything beyond the narrow product script they use. No clue about the geography of the country the calls originate from, or the transport system, or the culture, or anything other than what they are told to ask regardless of the issue. So the level of ‘help’ on offer is regularly more frustrating to try to deal with than the actual problem that prompted the call to customer service in the first place… 😦
I really love the process of colouring in mandala designs, and I always seem to do it the same way.
I choose a colour – whichever most takes my fancy at the time – and start in the middle. I move outwards in a circular layering-one-colour-at-a-time way, rotating the page as I go, with no fixed plan of where I’m going to go with it all. So I begin, and with each colour layer outwards the look and feel of my design changes. And so with each new layer I decide – does it need a light or dark colour next? Muted or bright? Similar or opposite?
Which colours I choose to use in any one design depends on so much – on my mood, on what colours are running low (so these would necessarily be used more sparingly), maybe even on the weather or time of day, because both affect the natural light available. But whatever the reason for choosing a particular set of colours, my method remains the same – start in the middle, and work outwards 🙂
What drives us to blog? Is it a clear-cut thing, or is it more complicated? For some people blogging is about writing, for others it’s about photography, or an online outlet for sharing artistic creativity. And for some of us it’s just a wonderful way for introverts like me to socialise with a global community from the comfort of their own homes 🙂
‘Colour is a power which directly influences the soul’
I wonder sometimes why I love being surrounded with colour so much, and frequently the answer that comes most often straight to mind is ‘Because your internal life is so grey’. I choose to colour my world in bright and strong and vibrant hues, almost proving a point to myself that yes, I can do colour, while inside I regularly feel nothing more than shrouded in a subdued, moody monochrome.
Depression does not provide a sunny-day-colour internal landscape, nor even allow for a veiled silvery sheen like muted moonlight in a clear night sky. Instead it smears my soul with thick, sticky mud, soaks my very fabric with foul, clouded misery until the sheer weight drags me down and I feel chilled to the bone, infused with a deadly damp that refuses to warm my sad, aching heart.
But I refuse to be beaten. And so I keep trying hard to bring colour to my life on the outside, in the hope that some of it may seep inward slightly, brightening the edges my dark dull mood…
I’ll be honest, I’m not finding keeping up with Just Jot it January this year as easy as I’d thought. Posting something every day is one thing, but posting something specific to fit a particular prompt is something else. Some of my posts I’m really happy with, but some feel a bit scraggly, a bit thin on content, a bit lacking in interest, not quite valid. But you know what, I’ve come this far, so I’ll just keep going, and see how it goes for the rest of the month… 🙂