I'm not whining... I'm getting a stiffy.
Reassessing the situation today, of the very bad news yesterday - I can confirm that at the moment- and with nothing changing (which I doubt very much, btw).
I'm truly fooked.
When in crisis, the old stiff British resolve rears it's head.
Clarity is restored, and the headless chickens have been put to bed.
I'm writing up some war game rules, I think...(and doing some steemit posts)
Merely a flesh wound... let's have some tea.