My three least favourite words in the last twenty four hours are “Get Brexit Done” closely followed by “oven ready.”
With a buffoon who can’t utter a coherent sentence now officially elected by the people of this country (and I’m entitled to my opinion) Brexit or as I think I’ll call it, Brexmess is inevitable.
For people who have French property and travel almost weekly to Europe, this is a disaster.
Let’s hope we don’t need a visa. As for Agnes, she may be summering in Maida Vale next year.
Let’s see what happens next…