Doing stupid things

Working yesterday, faced with two copies of the same document. One had only 10 pages, so I deleted it because the right document should have over 200 pages. Turns out I wasn't thinking straight. The other was missing something like three days work, some new text and good strong editing.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I try to think of these things as goads to make me rethink, and for sure, it's created one point of rewriting that is much better. But I am weary of heart, and need to cheer myself up. I need more strength. Not the muscleman kind of thing, proper sunny valour to hold my heart up and keep going forward bright as possible. It is a little difficult at the moment. Soon we'll have left the EU. It's hard to face the fact that sometimes lies and ignorance and prejudice carry the day.

But they don't carry all days forever. And I am in Scotland, which makes it easier.

I have no real desire to return to England at all, and would never dream of living there again unless I was in London, Oxford, or York. The big connection southwards is friendship, which I have no intention of giving up.

Rather I'll roast the heart of any Brexiter who tries nonsense with me. Roast it right in front of them.