I am glad to say we survived the forecasted blizzard last weekend, and what was deemed as the new phenomenon – ’thundersnow’ – had passed before my second coffee of the day.
We settle into January as the days are just starting to edge out with an extra hour or so of daylight and we are relieved the offices and businesses are back taking calls after the go-slow of December and reluctance of early January.
It seems as if 2016 was just a bad dream as we wait for Terry Wogan to introduce Life on Mars as Last Christmas fades out. Barack Obama gives a charismatic speech to the world, based on themes of democracy, family values and hope. Life seems good. Then the realisation kicks in, this is 2017. The hangover.
I am sure, as you read this, you will have one eye firmly on the news as this historic day heralds the inauguration of the most powerful man in the world, from today, that is a Donald Trump.
Only time will tell if his chest thumping bravado and promises of stability, work and prosperity among the masses are carried out. After all, his theory of business over politics strikes a certain chord with us all, deep down, if we admit it.
In an odd way, it is sort of comforting that the world news is looking toward our USA counterparts, taking the attention from us as we also head into unchartered territory with the hard Brexit confirmed this week. We will be leaving the single market as we learn that ’no deal is better than a bad deal’.
Tariffs are bound to apply to our exports into the EU. British agriculture will surely be shuffled around the table, levering against other industries like white goods and banking, in deals done by folk, unbeknown of the families and wider communities that will be affected.
All said, it is hard not to find it an exciting time and, as we thump our chests in the fresh air on the freedom of our snow-capped land, we are tough enough to see it through.