Coming Home to Roost

When BMW announce they will close their Oxford plant, the one that makes Minis, for the whole of April 2019 in case there is an interruption to the supply of parts from Europe you really do have to sit up and think.

Where will you be on Saturday 30th March next year? Sorry, I’m not that interested but I’m wondering where I will be for my birthday the following week. There has been much fairly informed press coverage suggesting that flights between the UK and the EU will be grounded because UK pilots will no longer comply with EU regs. Solution: fly Ryanair which will have EU clearance and it would be sheer bloody mindedness if the UK is difficult. I expect the UK to make transition easy and go for a pragmatic outcome. I’m not so sure about Europe. On the other hand, I remember the Millenium Bug that was supposed to bite us in the backside, not to say the bank account – the bug that never was. This time there will be consequences, we just don’t know what they will be.

I’m not going to stock up on tinned food, etc because in the last war, when food was rationed, hotels and clubs stayed open; “I’m alright Jack”, but then I did not vote to leave the EU. Many of those that did will suffer economic consequences they did not envisage. Boris’s sunny uplands are a range of hills (the Downs?) shrouded in fog.

Well, we will muddle through somehow as we usually do but I intend to stay in the UK at the end of March rather than being like the old buffers in The Lady Vanishes. Will the Prime Minister vanish?