If there is one thing that is starting to wear me out more than Parkinson’s Disease, it’s Brexit.

It just goes on and on.

The UK held a referendum. Does the country vote to remain in the European Union, or does it want to leave?

There was no doubt about the result. The vote to leave was greater than the vote to stay.

Now the last time I looked, the UK was a democratic country.

This means that a one vote majority was all that was needed to decide the outcome.

The result? Leave.

It’s difficult to believe that UK is an abbreviation for United Kingdom.

Can you think of anywhere that is less united?

The Prime Minister would appear to have fallen out with everyone: the Queen, the Supreme Court, the Speaker of the House of Commons and most of his fellow MPs.

He can’t see eye to eye with The Scots, the Welsh, or the Irish (both varieties), and there is no chance of a coalition with any of the other political parties.

The top men in the EU are not exactly full of enthusiasm regarding current progress towards an agreement any time soon, and his personal life has been under the spotlight following a public row with his girlfriend.

Add in the fact that he has been reported to the Police Commissioner for an alleged (and so far unproven) catalogue of favouritism that was supposed to have taken place when he was the Mayor of London, and you will understand why the press are waiting to pick over his bones.

All sides of the House are already competing with each other over how much they will give away to the hungry voters in the next general election, but there is just a slight snag with that idea. No one wants to take the risk of calling one.

Happy days sure are here again.

A final word concerning good old Boris J, Prime Minister (currently).

The knives really are out and bottoms of barrels are being scraped as never before.

If I had read this in one of the more sensational daily rags I would not have been surprised, but the accusation was reported on the early morning BBC news.

Now I am not making light of what could be a serious sexual assault, but the accusation that has been made against Mr Johnson by a female dinner guest, that 20 years ago he touched her leg under cover of the table cloth.

Now with the best will in the world, being accused of touching a fellow guest’s leg in public 20 years ago can only be taken as a tongue in cheek, impossible to prove, act of mischief-making.

I almost forgot to mention that both parties were experienced journalists.

When you think about it, the world really must be coming to an end.

The whole place is a powder keg and the fuse is lit. The one big snag is that we don’t know how long that fuse is.

Whichever way you turn you’re in the soup.

The whole of the world’s economy is built on debt or armaments.

The EU is in disarray. The UK is setting itself up for a takeover bid by goodness knows who, the USA is making or breaking trade treaties with so many countries that it even confuses it’s own citizens, and Russia, China and North Korea are playing chicken to such a degree that they are not only laying the eggs, they’re walking on the egg shells.

I’ve lost track of who’s fighting who in the Middle East and what is more to the point, I suppose, is who is providing weapons. And the slaughter in Afghanistan just goes on and on.

When we take into account the millions of refugees, endless queues of asylum seekers and those poor, desperate famine victims, I think that the end of the world is closer than we think.

And I think that Parkinson’s is a nuisance!

A decade ago Pullyman - aka Michael Cowin - was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease, a condition that affects people in different ways. Michael discovered writing and Island Life is featuring some of his musings. Sometimes topical, sometimes nostalgic, read about life as seen through the eyes of Pullyman