The Election

As I write, the full results are not in. But it's not good. Oh dear. But where in the world can we go? Escaping to Ireland with its leery priests does not fill one with hope, even if we could make it there through the Icelandic Ash. Looking west, the US stock market has fallen badly and its southern coastline is being invaded by an oil slick of epic proportions, while looking east, the entire Eurozone is at risk and even a trip to the Isles of Greece is fraught with danger of getting caught up in a bank raid. For imbibing liberal gay women, any of the middle eastern countries is a no-go zone, while Asia is also a challenge. There are terrorists' training camps up in the hills and down at sea level a tsunami can happen anytime. Further east there's China but it's really too late to start learning a completely new alphabet. Ditto for Japan. Which leaves Australia or New Zealand. But the solicitor for the house purchase has not returned my passport. So we are trapped. Stuck. Can't move on. No going back...