I have come back to England for the weekend. It’s the first time I’ve been here since February.
It’s a terrible thing to fall irrevocably out of love with your country.
There is a gnawing misery and hopeless discontent tearing through the ether here; so many people I have talked to this weekend seem consumed by material concerns.
Many are mortgaged up to their eyeballs, and those who aren’t seem weighed down by what they see as a failure on their part to not yet be owning a property.
This is all going to come crashing down.