While it goes without saying that 2020 has been the weirdest and most challenging year I’ve lived through (to date!), there’s something about Christmas which is peculiar in its own way.
The traditions and ways of spending our time during this holiday will vary from household to household, while some things are shared across a nation. This year, so much of that has been set alight in the flaming dumpster fire of a global pandemic, combined in the UK with the race towards a Brexit deadline.
I’m not feeling very Christmassy.
Anyone who follows me on twitter will get a sense of the white hot fury I reserve for the Brexit die-hards of 2020 – those people who still want to force through either no deal or a deal that is so weak and full of holes – all while the country is in lockdown. We’ve had a glimpse of their wet dreams this week, with literally thousands of lorries stuck at Dover and the beginnings of food shortages in the supermarkets.
This gives them the excuse (not that they need it) to bore off about the Blitz, rationing and the national sacrifices necessary to secure ‘sovereignty’. All while they sleep soundly at night, knowing full well their offshore funds will never get hit by anything that happens to the UK.
And how does this relate to Christmas?
Apart from food shortages, all of this horror means worries about continuity regarding pharmaceutical supply chains. I take three key medications daily and my health would definitely nose-dive if I had to suddenly stop any of them.
My business trades across borders and, apart from a series of passive-aggressive and sometimes just plain aggressive emails from HMRC, there is no clear guidance on what I’ll need to do differently from January 1st to keep working with my clients around Europe. I’ve no doubt that I will end up making less money and will be thoroughly disadvantaged compared to competitors remaining in the EU.
Apart from my health and my livelihood? Well, the general cost of living is set to go up and, despite all the evidence clearly on display daily, opinion polls still give the Tories a lead when it comes to voting intentions. Perhaps some people just like the misery…?
Yes, I’m not feeling very Christmassy at all. I’m clinging on to the things I’m grateful for. A roof over my head. Family I can see at the end of a FaceTime call. And of course, the freedom to leave this place and start over elsewhere in Europe. My burgundy passport is something the ERG can never take from me.
Anyway, I hope you have the holiday that you want and that we all have a much better 2021.