Broken

I had a bad day. I broke my arm, but it wasn't the worst thing that happened today. The election result was. What's a broken arm compared to a broken country?

At least I got to use the NHS before it's dismantled, I may well remember this day for that in the future. And the day the youngest MP ever was elected ( a female politics student). And the day we, like the majority of Londoners, managed to elect a Labour MP to our ward.  And the day Farage resigned. Some good has come from this day.

(and I wrote A&E on a Friday Night)