Monday, 4 July 2016


I am still job-seeking.
Over the last few months I have gained my certificates in Life Coaching, Cognitive Behavioural Therapy and Counselling, I have also been dabbling in Hypnotherapy. I now have files and files of information and forms but no hint of paid employment.
And the world has changed.

On 23 June I went to bed in one country and woke up the next day finding myself in a different one.
On 23 June I lived in a tolerant, friendly, cosmopolitan, colourful,young, vibrant beautiful Britain and then upon waking the next morning and watching the news I found myself in a drab, intolerant, bemused, confused,upset, divided, old, miserable group of little countries who were at odds with each other and also themselves.

It has been the biggest political upheaval in my lifetime.
It's like the biggest carpet has been snatched away.
It's not an exaggeration when I say it feels like a death.
The death of my country.
On 23 June I would have described myself as a fully fledged European, enjoying distant wafts of warm scented air, imagining myself wandering around 1930's Parisian streets, enjoying fashion and beauty, overhearing charming accents, coffee in a courtyard, wine in the vineyard.

I don't feel like that anymore.
Britain seems to have reverted to black and white on a very small screen.

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