… unless it turns out your tealights are rather old and almost burnt down to the bottom.
Having waded through about 15 pages of ‘leaving the EU’ coverage in the Guardian this morning, I’m not sure what more there is I can add on the subject. I know not there are many reasons why the country voted for Brexit, but I still think we’ve signed up for a race to the bottom we can’t win, while bringing a lot of xenophobia out into the open from wherever it was festering before. So I marked the occasion last night by lighting a candle (once I’d found one that would stay lit*) in the spirit of ‘leaving a light on’ so that Scotland, at least, might be able to find its way back, even if the rest of the UK declines to.
It is especially galling to be leaving just as I discovered this afternoon that German women’s trousers – or one pair, at least – are actually designed so that they fit me (AND have pockets).
Depending on how the trade negotiations go, it seems I’ve got 11 months to get myself to Germany and stock up.
* Possibly it was unwise to use one of our emergency powercut candles for this purpose …