I’ll be so pleased when we leave Europe. I know, I’m a ‘remoaner’ and anti-Brexit and feel, like all such holier-than-thous that the 51% of my compatriots who voted ‘leave’ did so because they are an ignorant rabble of racists, Europhobes, sub-educated dick-heads, gullible nob-ends, the Boris-believing-brainless and me mate Wayne. And my dad.

But when we leave (assuming it’ll happen in my lifetime, or even Lila’s) then we’ll be free from the European law-machine which is the only truly evil bit about life among the Euro-heathens. Ok, and the billions it costs every week to run the EU machine and keeping the Euro-MPs in the ridiculously excessive, expense-abuse lifestyles that we currently fund. But the laws. OMG, so many laws and so ridiculous. Did you know I’m not even allowed to beat my wife with a broom handle any more? (EU: 2568554121221/AGLEYUUU/254AG56S/323288kk). But more importantly, I have to allow my co-workers to take holidays.

I have to. Its… in their contracts. And sort of, like, law. But that means I have to miss out on Lila-days on occasion. Because someone’s gotta bloody be there! Jesus. So yesterday I had Lila-morning but that was it. I didn’t hear a nursery rhyme all day! Do you know how hard that is? I missed my share of ‘our’ morning almond croissant. Because I had to leave and go to work. Though the couple hours we shared did in fact prove sufficient for me to pull a muscle in my back, so the day wasn’t completely wasted. And I know its not nice to blame lovely, innocent little Lila for all my bodily woes of an orthopedic nature, mainly because there’s so many of them, mostly self-inflicted. But I know that when I went to bed on Wednesday night my back was fine but by the time I cycled to the station it certainly wasn’t.

So I did what any sensible person would do in the circumstances and went to my martial arts class. Didn’t hurt it but not sure it helped it much either. So I’ll do another tomorrow morning before making any judgments.

But its all because of staff holidays. They’ve got to end. Even if I have to fucking chain them to the desks.

Happy achy Friday

A xxxx