Ventured in to town to survey the damage to darkest Surrey. 1 twig on my windscreen which I removed on my walk down, the Post Office Sorting building down the road appears to have lost some of the felt from its flat roof, as it is scattered all over the pavement. Small branches on the pavement and a couple of chunkier ones from the dying elm tree further down. A few bits of rendering/paint in town from buildings. Not much. Pub open, so obvs, popped in for some "breakfast". Watched in awe as utter fuckwits wandered around, outside, in a good breeze, continued to wear face nappies.
Simple conclusion - the hard of thinking simply love being told what to do, rather than make an informed decision based on what they experience as opposed to what the main channels on the tellybox telling them. Very sad.
