On Friday I planted two time capsules at the wonderful new Sherford Vale primary school at the new town of Sherford, one to be dug up in 7 years’ time, the other in 2038, 20 years from when the idea was conceived.
If we just focussed on the B word and the absolute muddle that surrounds it, we could be forgiven for thinking that our country is descending into chaos. In fact very positive news continues to surround us, oft ignored.
It is not pleasant to be on the losing side, especially when the defeat is an historic one. So it was for me on Tuesday night. The Withdrawal Agreement was heavily defeated by all opposition parties and over one hundred Conservative MPs voting against it.
My direct family stretches through four generations. My dad is a spritely 85, hanging on to see Brexit become a reality (!) Mum is 83 and the two remain devoted to each other. Jan and I are in our sixties, our children in their third decade and four grandchildren range from fourteen down to two.
The day of reckoning draws nigh. Certainly in the week commencing 14th January 2019, and probably on Tuesday 15thJanuary, the House of Commons will vote on the Brexit deal negotiated with the EU, and the various amendments that relate to it.