A look back at the summer

For me this summer has been different from any other. It has been characterized by feelings of shock and fear, lately transformed into anger as I have processed the enormity of what took place on the 1st July. I don't think it would be wise to describe in detail what has happened to me, although in time I hope to be able to reveal all. For now I want to list a few of the things that were able to penetrate through the fog of terror under which I have been just about surviving.

 Brexit. My God, did we really do that? I think we must have. Boris was on the news this morning,
talking about a "hard brexit"- which I take it to mean, get out, and get out now. Sod the single market, sod my protestations about this having nothing to do with immigration, as I said during the campaign. Of course it bloody is, so the sooner we up and leave, the sooner we stem the tide from Romania, the Baltic states and all those other loser countries and get our country back for our people.
Good for Vanessa May (sorry) for saying she won't be offering a running commentary on the negotiations. She's going to have to rein in the more rabid brexiteers in the cabinet; maybe fire a few if necessary. I suspect it will. She could start with that idiot Liam Fox, who wants our business managers to concentrate on maximizing their profits 24/7 and not playing golf on a Friday afternoon, apparently.

Sport. Where do I begin? At the beginning I guess, with Andy Murray's stunning victory at Wimbledon. Only problem for me, I kept looking at the crowd and thinking, you're not in as much trouble as me, you're not in as much trouble as me; good grief, nobody's in as much trouble as me right now!The same thing when I watched Henrik Stenson triumph over Phil Mickelson at the Open.
As for the Olympic Games, a lot of that was spoiled by the timing, which had less to do with the four hour time lag and more to do with Brazil's own programming issues. I mean, some of the biggest events took place at 11.30 pm their time! Consequently I missed Usain Bolt's finest hours (all three of them) as well as Mo Farrah's golden moments. I did see our hockey women show our men's football team how to take penalties though; I did see Jason Kenny and Laura Trott show the world that the couple that  wins together stays together, and I did see Neymar take revenge for Brazil's ignominious defeat at the hands of their nemesis two years ago.

Slowly I am returning to some degree of normality. I am beginning my Master's in creative writing next week,  and this will be vital for me as something to distract myself from my other "problem". Otherwise I could crumble, and I don't intend to do that. My life has been a succession of recoveries from major blows (like a lot of people) and I guess that process is not yet over. I'll get there, and I'm going to be OK.