Coco

We are apparently a nation divided.

Europe v brexit, tory v everyone else, pro vax, anti vax, each topic raising blood pressures, threatening palpitations and headaches. Politics, morals, religion, freedoms, community, all divisive, opinions entrenched beyond discussion.

There’s a school of thought amongst optimistic types that suggests, these differences are insignificant when compared with all that we all have in common. Our humanity, our reliance on this earth to sustain us.

I share this thought at times, then I look at our government and I’m doubtful.

I can easily disappear under a pile of other important questions.

Forks in the dish washer, handle up or down?

Toilet roll over or under?

Apple or Microsoft?

Keep fit? Keep fat?

Tea or half fat macchiato extra hot?

Joggers, keep fit or lounge wear?

Marmite?

Cream or jam first?

Then some idiot says coco, and the room divides into those who visualise a clown, those who see a twentieth century ground breaking female fashion designer, and those who can’t spell and fancy a nice hot bedtime drink. There’s also the group that belong in one of the first two categories but who are also up for a comforting beverage.

It’s complicated.

Divided?

or as the French might say, vive la difference!