First morning since we left the EU.
Still had no milk for my coffee.
My lad was worried. “Will it mean no more Champion’s League? No more World Cup? No more EUROs?!!!”
In truth I don’t know what it means (beyond my son will still get his football). We’d been a member for all of my life except the first twelve months, and beyond the scare stories and counter-patriotic statements it’s an unknown quantity.
Then, seeing and loving this old photograph, I was reassured that there was a time when we was not a member of the EU.
It is of people waiting at a railway station in Glasgow, 1895.
And I bet the train still hasn’t arrived yet. Some things will never change.