A Day of Such Significance

I cannot allow 31st January 2020 to pass without comment. The date our shameless Prime Minister insists he "got Brexit done;" albeit and to be fair, we are told that tonight's celebrations at Number 10 are to be muted.

What about across the land? How are the citizens of our once again sovereign country planning to herald in the new era that begins at 11pm tonight?

I've been mulling over this for a couple of hours now and believe that finally I have come up with the obvious solution.

When I worked as a family lawyer, December was always dominated by disputes concerning the arrangements for Christmas contact between parents and children. In some instances plans would be made to divide Christmas Day itself; in others to replicate Christmas on various days, sometimes on several days in succession, for the benefit not only of separated parents but also of paternal and maternal grandparents. One of the underlying concerns, of course, was how many Christmas dinners should a young child be expected to eat?

We all know that getting under fives to eat cooked carrots, Brussels sprouts and roast parsnips is no mean achievement in itself. Getting them to eat Brussels sprouts, which let's face it are a taste acquired usually no earlier than our teens, continuously, however, has to amount to little less than child cruelty. So much so that I can't help wondering whether those who suffered this fate as children, are the self same adults who seek Brexit and the escape from the shackles of the EU for the single reason that they no longer want to eat those little green cabbages that grow on stalks and, if correctly named, emanate from the home of the European Parliament. 

After all, no longer being forced to eat Brussels Sprouts sounds to me as understandable a reason for leaving the European Union as most of the others that I have heard.

So tonight, in a demonstration of solidarity with leavers everywhere, Mister E and I are going to feast on bendy bananas, Brussels Sprouts, French cheese, Italian wine and Belgian chocolate truffles. Tomorrow we start digging for victory.

Comments

Bob Lowry said…
Welcome to a brave new world of uncertainty and upheaval. Will the U.K. survive with Scotland and Northern Ireland both upset because they wish to stay part of the EU? Will brussel sprouts be stopped at the border and taxed because of their name? I don't imagine the fine folks at 10 Downing Street have any more idea than you do. Best of luck.
Caree Risover said…
Thank you and keep watching, because the “entertainment” is going to continue for sometime yet.
Treaders said…
I like the bit about people being "forced to eat sprouts by the EU". Reminds me of my eejit ex-husband. We occasionally went to a franchise restaurant that I kinda liked and as soon as you sat down they handed you a free salad to eat while you were choosing from the menu. But the salad had sweet corn in it and according to my ex "nobody should put sweet corn in a salad. NOBODY!" So his solution to that "offence" was that we should never be allowed to set foot in there again, which was a shame as I liked their margaritas. Now I'm not such a wimp that I actually listened to his crap but as a family we just never went there again. It struck me as odd though that it seemed to me he had several solutions to his devastating problem: refuse the FREE salad or sit there and push the sweet corn to one side. But NO, he had to vote "leave" (metaphorically speaking) because of that damn sweet corn!
Caree Risover said…
Wonderful analogy and, truthfully, I don’t mind sweetcorn in salad.

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