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The News Of Doom?
Chris Longden, Features Writer
Image by @annaframe
Is this a male/female thing? Or more about the fact that on awakening most mornings, I find it difficult to gather my thoughts. Okay, I've got a helluva lot tumbling around my head at the moment - but was there really any excuse for the little error that I made this morning?

My gentlemen friend got out of bed before me today. 'That's nice,' I thought. 'He's gone down to make the kids breakfast. Perhaps it's because I was so lovely to him yesterday.'

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I got up myself, did the usual thing of tripping up whilst putting my knickers on and then heard a bit of manly chuntering drifting up the stairs. He then yelled to me;

"We're out!"

"Of what? Cornflakes or Shreddies?" I shrieked back. (I knew that it couldn't be milk, because the milkman came yesterday.) "Anyway," I carried on, "If you'd just do as you were told and write down on the shopping list what we need - we wouldn't have this problem!"

"EUROPE!" he yelled back.

The crazy thing is - that we're all interested in politics in this family. I went to bed thinking about the referendum. But awoke, fretting about the contents of my cupboards.

Meanwhile, the kids had overheard the "News of Doom" as the 8 year old had decided to call it. Then my 11 year old daughter entered the bathroom, kicked the washing basket and grumped; "I'm leaving this country, if I turn the telly on and Nigel 'Kermit The Frog' Farage is grinning all over his smug face."
(Oh - and we *were* out of corn flakes, by the way.)
The News Of Doom?, 24th June 2016, 11:17 AM