There is something about being back which I find quite disconcerting even after two weeks. I'm not quite oriented correctly I suspect and I can't quite work out why. Admittedly we've been beaten up a bit by the blunt end of the baby's colds and that hasn't helped.
We are back in the lucky country, the one that for four months we've been told is the one that missed the Global Financial Crisis, the land of opportunity. Why is it then that everything we read and hear is in the negative? Doom and gloom pervades the place it would seem.
We'll all be rooned apparently. Except that I've read the same data the reporters and politicians are reading and I can't for the life of me see the cliff that we are apparently heading for at a thousand miles per hour.
Perhaps all is not as it first appears in the lilypond, or perhaps I'm just not over the cold MrFour passed to me on the way through.
We are back in the lucky country, the one that for four months we've been told is the one that missed the Global Financial Crisis, the land of opportunity. Why is it then that everything we read and hear is in the negative? Doom and gloom pervades the place it would seem.
We'll all be rooned apparently. Except that I've read the same data the reporters and politicians are reading and I can't for the life of me see the cliff that we are apparently heading for at a thousand miles per hour.
Perhaps all is not as it first appears in the lilypond, or perhaps I'm just not over the cold MrFour passed to me on the way through.
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