Given today is boxing day, perhaps I should be using Lyn’s gift to me. A few days ago, a very large package arrived. I was, of course, instantly intrigued: the bloody thing was taller than me, but when I asked what it was, I simply got told to wait and see. Lyn had that glint in her eye which always tells me she is up to something, and in turn I felt like a five year old eager to find out what new toys Father Christmas has delivered.

Well, yesterday at last I got to open the big box. To my total surprise I am now the proud owner of a full-sized punch bag. Lyn smiled at the look of bemusement which spread across my face. She said it was for when someone like Farage appeared on tv and I needed something to hit. We laughed, but in all honesty it is a good idea: like everyone else, I am powerless to do anything about the current situation; all I can do is yell at the t.v as we slide further and further towards fascism. Something like this, which I can thwack without damaging anything, might help me release pent-up feelings. I daresay it was Lyn’s way of telling me to stop getting so worked up about things.

While I accept that the European Parliament was a pretty dire, corrupt organisation, I still fear that, in leaving it the UK has isolated itself. Humanity should be drawing closer together, establishing organisations which allow it to cooperate; not putting up ever more walls. These days, whenever the subject comes up I work myself into a rage. I get so angry that stains on humanity like Farage and trump are now on top, and get to dominate the political discourse with their puerile, simplistic and ultimately intolerant worldviews that it makes me want to hit something. Well, at least now, thanks to Lyn, I have something to hit.

Directing you here would now seem apt.