So it’s been a crazy month for British politics and still no end in sight; my mind suddenly started singing “Where do we go from here?” whilst reciting a tiny snippet of Shakespeare recalled from English Literature at school:
“All the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players,
They have their exits and their entrances…”
The stage has certainly been complete mayhem for months with no sign of order, whilst the backcloth of Life is scrunched up, unfolded and looked at, then stuffed into a bag, tossed around and unfolded to be examined again…. the process being repeated many times over until the cloth has turned a grubby shade of grey!