I woke up with an odd feeling this morning.
We were out last night, for dinner with friends. The mobiles stayed at home. We had a lovely time.
We got back to the news that Boris Johnson is our Foreign Secretary. A friend had contacted me while we were out to ask what I thought of that news, knowing I’d not be impressed. I said I’d sleep on it.
I woke up with an odd feeling. I felt a little sick, slightly alarmed and realised there are some people I’ll now struggle to look in the eye.
The feeling is shame, I am ashamed of someone in my government, the one who represents me abroad.
For the record, I understand the rationales. They don’t make me feel any better, the silly games are not acceptable.
I’m still ashamed.