The Great Migration Fannywobble

Net migration collapsed, the right got what it wanted, and somehow they became even angrier.

Last week, around this time, I remember turning to my husband and saying, “Husband Bear, oh, how I wish to feel the warmth of the sun on my pallid skin again, woe, look how translucent I am!”

I couldn’t help but feel a malaise that had overtaken me at what, at that point, had felt like years without feeling anything but slightly chilled and slightly damp…