The silver-surfer generation woke up this morning, overjoyed by being alive, by winning the referendum, and by the prospect of the hard work of rebuilding the country.
“Not me though, love.” chuckled pensioner Elsie Duggan of Harold’s Over-The-Hill Nursing Home. “The youngsters will do it, won’t they? Those nice Polish plumbers down the road, for starters, their daughters are both carers here, you know.”
Duggan explained how all the businesses in the UK would work hard selling things to the EU. “The EU economy has tanked this morning? How did that happen? Oh well, they’ll sell to the Empire again.”
“I’m off to see my GP now, no need for an appointment! Oh, and when do I collect my £350 million? Am I near the front of the queue? Will it be a cheque or cash do you think?”