“Breakfast” is being served and heart burn is a natural side dish. But here and elsewhere this Brexit thing will unfold itself before our very eyes and once again in the world of politics, just as in the jungle of mankind it’s clearly once again: ‘Every man for himself’..
But I have hope. Whenever I see a hint of altruism, in anyone at all, I feel reassured. For it’s that seasoning of care, of genuine acceptance, that hint of humility, fairness and good will, that dollop of compassion that allows taste to come through. Even the flicker of just one of these ingredients may make breakfast tolerable.
Yes Breakfast, just like war, has it’s casualties. Indigestion is almost inevitable but we are just getting started so there’s a long way to go and who can tell what lunch dinner and supper will be like... it’s not over, not by a long shot. There’s no getting it done. It’s a long way to Tipperary and who knows what we will find if we ever get there.
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