05:30 am
Not again.
07:15 am
Have just turned off the TV. I shall never watch TV again.
Nor will I pick up the free paper at the Station.
Better not to look.
8:15 am Walking to the Station
Have just come off the phone to friend T.
“How can they elect a man whose name means fart?”
How can they indeed. How could they elect a man who played cowboys in movies and whose most famous film had him co-star to a gorilla?
08:30am On the train to Kings Cross
Obama was wrong. The sun is not shining the day after the election. It’s raining here in England and we have the thick grey clouds that have hung over us since June 23rd.
The people have spoken once again. Unfortunately as Pooh said about bees – it’s the wrong kind of people. Not the kind of people I wish to be around. We are hearing the voice of those who have been so easily misled. Those so hell bent on making a protest about their sorry lives that they have picked the most gruesome people to stand behind. I thought we could not get worse that the grinning spinning trio of Gove Johnson and Farage – but oh dear. How wrong was I?
Julia Notaro 