BREXIT: Going, going, GONE!

First thing this morning I phoned my sister, Anne, in England.

Brexit was already six hours from point zero and she was upset.

"How could so many people vote to leave the European Union?"

"They don't understand" "It is a disastrous decision."

Needless to say, she and her husband David had voted to 'remain'.

Then, at a certain point in her conversation, she mentioned that 60,000 Polish migrants live in her area of Southampton and that, in addition to drawing British entitlements, they also get family allowance paid from Poland. She then said "That irritates people."

Yes, dear Sister, you are right and a lot of other things irritate people. Like the barmy EU rules that say English cucumbers must be straight. That eggs cannot be sold by the dozen but must be weighed by the kilo. That the British sausage must have at least a 70% beef content. That potatoes cannot be weighed by the pound. That no vacuums drawing over 1600 watts can be sold in England..... and so on.

I pointed out to my sister that I am just on the far side of shingles. The great relief that I now feel is that I am no longer being stabbed and jabbed by pangs of pain in my head and cheek.

I think that today in England, millions of people will be simply happy that they will no longer be jabbed and irritated by senseless  E.U. rules, and that they can sit down and eat their "bangers and mash" in peace. A bit like being on the far side of shingles!

Jubilate.

Ian

Shingles: Don't Get Them.

First a tingle in the hair line, then a twinge in the ear, then five minutes later the real knock on the door, a shooting pain through my left ear that almost took my breath away. SHINGLES HAD ARRIVED.
Pauline told me to go the the medical centre A.S.A.P. and sure enough the diagnosis didn't take long. The doctor gave it the fancy medical name of Trigeminal Neuralgia. In lay man's language "a small taste of hell."
As I write, I am on on the far-side of the ordeal: still patches of my scalp that are electric to the touch and an occasional stab around the cheek but the 'house invasion' stopped in the hall way and kitchen before the invaders could take over the rest of my residence. 
Thank God for the ontario health insurance plan. (OHIP)
I had my appointment set for 3:00 PM. I was out of the doctor's office at 3:15; by 3;30 I was at the pharmacy; by 3:45 I had my anti-viral meds; by 3:50 I was at the optician's for a check-up on my left eye in case the virus had spread there to do it's work on the retina; by 4:15 PM I was back home.
Later I had one of the brothers anoint me with oil and pray for me.
There's the cure for shingles: all of the above plus a loving wife to nurse me.
If you only get one BWI this week you will understand.
Finally my advice to everybody. Get the vaccination.

Jubilate .
Ian