It wasn’t really that long ago, that vaguely remembered time that we call “before.” Before the pandemic, before Brexit; before – when we still had a queen. Where has that time gone? How have we arrived to this place we refer to a now, when the Pound is at an all time low, and politicians are rewarding millionaires for the accomplishment with tax cuts that are equivalent to the annual wages of two nurses. Don’t forget this is all in the name of “growth.” If this is growth, I would rather descend back to my “smaller” self, the one I was before.
We had hoped to meet up for lunch, but with work schedules and such not, that didn’t really work. Dinner was equally problematic as we both had families. After dinner we would have kids to tuck in, and then it wasn’t viable to go out afterwards. So here we sat at seven in the morning on the rail platform touching base and slurping a Starbuck’s before going our separate ways. So much for “best friends forever.” What can I say? Life happens.