(Art from the Combe Florey Art Circle: Up the garden path, Jane Coleman; Lighthouse (after Edward Hopper), Wendy Knight; Melting snow in a ploughed field, Wendy Knight; Fairy glen on River Conwy, Gillian Cole; Tuscany, Eleanor Culliford; Stormy rocks, Jane Coleman)

It’s been an interesting couple of weeks, what with the football, Trump, and the Brexix debacle. Firstly, the football. England did not win the World Cup, thereby depriving me of my hat trick. They should have won but it was not to be. I blame the people who were in favour of ‘strategic losing’ with regards to the first Belgian game which wrecked the  mojo of the whole thing. If you’re going to triumph, you always have to go in expecting to wipe the floor with the oppos. Strategic losing indeed; what an idiotic concept. Plus, the dastardly government was hoping to use football euphoria to bury their wretched Brexit propositions. As soon as I read the details of that paper, I suspected that the opportunity to bury it in football was  a no-go but I kept the faith to the end. I loved watching them play though, thought it was inspirational the way they just kept their cool, kept going , and did their best. As for Brexit, whichever side you’re on, I think we can all agree that the dimwit government is spectacularly underwhelming.

I was going to go on a rant but quite frankly, what could I say that has not already been covered ad nauseaum? I do believe that come March next year, the UK will be out of the EU, deal or no deal. There is no power on this Earth that can stop it, contrary to popular belief. It remains to be seen what manner of ill-considered deal the government manages to cobble together. As for Trump, where to start? He’s the gift that keeps on giving, truly. It has been incredible watching seasoned politicians and diplomats reacting like the famed maiden aunts when confronted by a maniac who says what he thinks. Quelle horreur! Every time he makes some terrible undiplomatic remark i.e every time he opens his mouth, their reactions have me in stitches. I have met quite a few multimillionaires, and the odd billionaire, and they are all like Trump, without exception. Basically, they have so much blasted money and power, they don’t give a damn what anyone thinks. If you then combine that with being POTUS, in your 70s, and not particularly caring if there is a next term or not as you’re not worried about what you’ll live on for the next 30 years…. well, do the math, as our American cousins would say. Modest, little, unworldly me knows this – how does he keep surprising our leaders? One article in the Sunday papers complained that he was ungrateful, dissing our PM after we’ve made him feel so special! I had to laugh – 62,000,000 people voted for him, even if Hilary got more votes, he’s got more money than Croesus,  is the premier leader on this planet, and everywhere he goes, he’s met with a band playing ‘Hail to the Chief’. I would like to politely suggest that he already feels pretty damn special, and a visit to Windosr Castle, lovely as it may be, is not the reason he gets out of bed in the morning. Talk about a reality-bypass on our part.

So all in all, it’s been a very entertaining couple of weeks. In true Trumpian spirit, I bring you some examples of homework submitted by some enterprising children cut from the same authentic Scotlandish Trump Tweed. I am particularly worried by the prospect of the Ugandan child being in any position of power 🙂 Have a great week.