I don’t know about you: but occasionally … ?
I look out of the rear window.
Just so you know: the buildings on our estate have green emergency lights.
And, on dark mornings, when light from the street lights in the area hits the clouds?
The block of flats always catches my eyes.
Except in daylight, of course.
It’ll only start looking similar — and possibly better lit — this evening.
After my Sainsbury’s delivery has turned up.
~≈fl≈~
Many years ago, I can remember we had a petrol shortage: I can still remember the queues down Warley Hill, from the nearest petrol station.
Britain doesn’t have one, at the moment.
It does have a shortage of truck drivers.
Including, it seems, ones that drive the lorries that deliver petrol to
garages*.
I don’t think the shortage is going to last long.
But … ? For me it highlights something.
There is, it seems, an idea doing the rounds: that says the government should class lorry drivers as key workers, and therefore offer more, and quicker, visa applications to European drivers.
I think that’s a good idea.
But note the irony.
So many Leavers voted leave, so more British people could have those jobs.
Except, of course … ? No-one British wants them …
Hence the shortages … and the visas.
Hey, bloody, ho … !
