It feels like a crunch is coming in the UK petrol crisis in my part of the country, at least. Those people who have held off filling up, as their needs were less urgent, are beginning to run out of fuel.
And the situation is not easing, as promised.
The deadlines of my working life used to be defined by when the presses needed to roll. Now, they’re defined by school pick-up time.
Well, I wasn’t expecting My Little Pony: A New Generation to deliver some of the most on-point political commentary about the last 5 years, but here we are:
Journalistic clichés to avoid like the plague.
Note to self: rewrite before posting.