Well of course it's not stuff it's sh*t.
This has been a bloody awful year and now it's ending with another blow.
On the way back from another depressive meeting this evening we passed our favourite local country hostelry in a village close to our city, and saw the landlady outside enjoying a ciggy. We immediately parked and went inside expecting it to be hoaching with revellers as it is so close to Christmastide. No, it was empty. WTF.
Bad times and bad tidings. Having suffered from the wet, wet, wet summer in their pretty garden, the following autumn and winter has not been kind for trade. But at least they're booked up for Christmas lunches.
As it is not a city centre pub Mr EM and I cannot just wander round otherwise we would be in every night. But drink driving laws limit us visiting nearby villages which always seem to have much nicer pubs and friendlier patrons than the city pubs.
We moved from London some 12 years ago and I can honestly say that we feel much less a part of the community here than we did in the London suburb where we brought our children up all those years ago. Of course those children have now all fled to outer Mongolia (aka Marina del Rey California and Bondi New South Wales, Australia).
We don't get "country". We are city people. Though we do like a beach. Or a mountain.
But most of\all we don't do sh*t. Sh*t is what a certain type of lawyers do. In the UK they are known as solicitors. Solicitors do conveyancing. It's a relatively simple process. Actually it's just a process. Because of this most work is devolved to a lower legal entity known as a legal executive. But guess what - they're just as sh*t at it as solicitors of old.
The top legal level Barristers don't do conveyancing. Far below them apparently. Well that's a pity because I'm a Barrister ( non-practising) and this solicitor sh*t is SHIT.