January 12. Devolution: What is happening where I live?
“Ok, so how long are we going to do this?” Gerald shook his head slowly and opened his arms, palms upwards, facing Patty as she hung up her coat. “As long as it takes.” She hadn’t been surprised to find him waiting for her again, sat in her husband’s old chair by the window and although she pushed the thought down, relieved he was. Outside amid the bird songs and wind whistles the usual screaming and sirens drifted in and out. “Shall I make us a drink?” She went into the kitchen without waiting for an answer and made two weak teas without milk using the mugs they given the builders in the old days. Coming back into the living room Gerald was keen to resume the discussion of the last few days. “I know you don’t want to leave Patty, I know that,” He sipped his tea and smiled at her, “thanks.” She let him continue, as he was going to anyway. Since the climbdown things had gone from bad to worse, and there wasn’t that many of them left, at least like them. “If we can to the highway.....