Today …
It’s raining.
It’s raining, on the morning after some of rather BIG thunderstorms.
It’s also raining — here in the south-east of the UK — on the morning of the vote.
The vote.
The vote on whether Britain’s should remain a member of the European Union.
Quite frankly?
I’m still fairly undecided.
On the one hand? I know voting Leave will annoy the hell out of Brentwood’s local MP, Eric Pickles.
Annoying a Tory? The mildly rebellious teenager in me would be happily pleased to do so.
On the other hand … ?
On the other hand, I’m tempted to vote remain: after the death of MP, Jo Cox,
I know the case is still sub-judice.
But I get the impression — from the media coverage of her death, at the time of her death — that her killer murdered her, in part, because she’d help many refugees.
And partly because she’d been a member of the Remain campaign,
Personally? My emotional instinct is to vote leave: not because the Leave campaign is making an issue of controlling migration, but because Britain gains more sovereignty as a result.
But I’m ALSO sympathetic to the family of Jo Cox.
And think if her murderer killed, in part, in support of Leave?
And think if her murderer killed, in part, in support of Leave?
I think voting Remain is a good way of showing my sympathies.
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