Finally got the official all-clear today; I definitely do not have skin cancer. I knew already anyway because God Himself told me in church last week. I freaked out, the people praying for me freaked out – it was amazing, comical and downright terrifying, all at the same time. Turns out we believe in God, we just never expect Him to actually show up. But that’s a story for another day. It was still incredibly good to hear the words, ‘It’s definitely not cancer’ Plus, a lady pulled up and gave me her half-used parking ticket which exactly covered the expected duration of my appointment so I didn’t even have to pay for parking. In London. If that alone isn’t divine intervention, I don’t know what is 🙂

So I am one happy bunny. I celebrated by playing Michael Jackson’s ‘Dangerous’ album at top volume all the way home, and then ate my own body weight in sushi. It’s my birthday this weekend and it feels pretty good to not be saying my farewells so thank you Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Watching the ridiculous political sheenanigans we are being subjected to, I just wish I could personally impress on these idiots how easily life can turn on a sixpence. They act as though they will live forever and will never answer for their deeds. It turns out that Boris Johnson is indeed the stalking horse I suspected he was. As soon as I saw that photograph where he was surrounded by the EU leaders and they were all slapping him on the back like a long-lost son, I knew he’d collected his 30 pieces of silver. He confirmed it a couple of days ago by taking the threat of No Deal out of the Tory manifesto, leaving us with the rubbish Theresa May non-withdrawal treaty that was thrown out yet again. And yet, doubt it not, the UK in its entirety will leave the EU, no ifs, buts or maybes. I guess it’s going to take God Himself to sort out this mess.

All the current madness is just sound and fury, signifying nothing , just a chance for this rotten lot to crush themselves on the stumbling stone that is Brexit. This all reminds me of the bit in Exodus where the Israelites having been freed from 400 years of slavery decide that they’d rather return to Egypt because there they had ‘cucumbers, onions and garlic’. Only swap that for cheap holidays to Tenerife, paltry business grants except for the humongous ones given to corporations, and ‘free’ trade that costs a mere £15,000,000,000 a year minimum. There is no one harder to free than a slave who does not realise he is a slave to start with. I watched a programme this week that quoted Simon Bolivar: ‘ A people that loves freedom will in the end be free’. I hope that holds true for us and we realise that it is better to have a little with peace, than a lot with strife. The unholy mess that is the future of the EU judging by its current death throes will be no place for any peoples who value their integrity, but the battle for a nation’s soul is being presented as a question of economics at the moment. Still, we shall see what we shall see. In the meantime, I rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep. I leave you with an excellent joke (Vicki, take a bow)

A labrador, a collie and a cat all die and find themselves before God on his throne. God asks them in turn why He should let them into heaven. The labrador says ‘I’ve been totally faithful to my master. I’ve loved him, kept him company and comforted him when he’s sad’ ‘Well done’ says God, ‘You may come in’. The collie says’ I’ve worked as a sheepdog, I’ve guarded the flock and kept them safe and I’ve helped my master’ ‘Well done’ says God, ‘You may come in’. The cat looks at God on His throne and says ‘You’re in my seat’ Have a wonderful, healthy week.

All in all, I’d rather be in Rome. I’m still on holiday, working harder than if I’d been at work. I’m in the middle of developing facial skincare– cream, lotion, you name it; I’m making it and testing it. Plus, I’m redesigning the packaging, testing out switching products from plastic to glass (although our plastic bottles are already 100% recyclable), designing artwork for the new products etc etc. So you can see why I hate the living guts of Extinction Rebellion. Trying to traverse Central London is an absolute nightmare especially when you factor in torrential rain. What is with the rain, anyway? If God is looking for a handy target for lightning bolts, I can recommend a Tower-of-Babel lookalike in Brussels…..Not quite sure what XR’s end game is – there is surely no one left alive whose ecological awareness needs improving. We all know what the problem is; what are their solutions? As for the people going on about their children’s futures… you have children!!??? Do you know what a burden that puts on the planet according to the overpopulation fascists? That’s it, euthanasia all around.

Of course what the overpopulation crowd never seem to address is who is going to look after this population of aged people, who will be working to cover their pensions and where are the healthcare professionals coming from when the average age of the country is 60 and everyone is living to 90 in this new utopia? Where are the new ideas and innovation going to come from with no young people?