October is slowly rolling into November.
Your eyes, rightly, will be distracted by events the other side of the pond.
It won't be good and it won't be pretty and it will have an impact on what happens here in relation to Brexit in one way or another.
May seems to have headed off trouble makers for now. But that means nothing if she can't get a deal through parliament.
And if you think we are in anyway prepared for No Deal I'd like whatever drugs you are taking. That way lies only disorder and to put it bluntly, deaths.
We MUST find a deal, any deal to prevent that. Desperation is the final ingredients in this mess. Who will blink as they realise what's at stake?
The problem is though, is too few MPs have grasped what's at state, such is the quality of our elected representatives. And that's the truly terrifying bit.
If they can't work out the risk of no deal, they certainly not equipped to handle the fall out of no deal.
If you want to shit yourself anymore, I'd like to take this opportunity to remind you that the minister responsible for hauling all your food and medical supplies in the event if no deal, is Mr Christopher Grayling.
Start praying.