After hours of negotiations, which went on all through the night, a deal was finally brokered, on Christmas eve, between the UK and Europe.
Over four years having elapsed, since we decided to part company with our friends across the channel, and the term Brexit was first coined, it
would be time for great celebrations, you would think. But, no....It was more like a damp squib, fizzling, than a barrage of brightly coloured
fireworks lighting up our horizon.
Bloody coronavirus even managed to overshadow such a momentous occasion. Brexit has already retreated from the battlefield of most news
worthy item, while covid 19 and its fellow conspirators, continues to march resolutely on.
Hap....No, scratch that. Crappy New Year everone. (I'm sure it will be

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