I'm not at all sure where I'm going with this post but I was just sitting here alone with the radio, listening to discussions about Brexit, now only an hour away. Sad voices, celebratory voices; everybody has a point of view.
Mr Scribbles and I got engaged the day that we joined the EEC. The two events were not connected but there was a sense of adventure and happy anticipation all round.
Almost 48 years of matrimonial and political ups and downs ensued. Mr Scribbles was saddened by the 2016 referendum result and deeply worried for the future of this country, seeing Brexit as a very retrograde step. I was concerned about what his frame of mind might be tonight as the inevitable break happened.
Alas, I'll never know because, as many of you know, he died 11 days ago. For some reason, the thought that our union didn't last quite as long as the political union seems particularly cruel and I find I'm dwelling in the past this evening with no sense of anticipation at all.
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