Maybe we should do what we’ve always done, moan a bit, but ultimately tough out any negative effects of Brexit singing ‘There’ll be blue birds over the white cliffs of Dover’ and then get on with being British. After all, from tiny acorns mighty oak trees grow. You never know, we may be sitting on cusp of new Industrial Revolution. One where things unnatural allow us to make things natural and enjoy a home life dominated by R & R and healthy living.
I have even pondered the possibility that we could live in a world where we don’t need to mourn the loss of the beloved or struggle with loneliness. A world where recently departed spouses are replaced by AI, made to look and act exactly as the person they replace. Lost wives replaced to do the housework and buy candle and scatter cushions. Lost husbands to sit on the sofa making a mess and complaining.