Inflation is up (and becoming concerningly high).
Consumer confidence and spending is down.
Most businesses are pessimistic about the future.
The pound remains very low.
The vultures are circling for our multi-billion pound Euro-clearing business – said to support 83,000 jobs. 83,000!
And on, and on.
If anyone had any doubt whether we were in a phoney war – we were, and the serious stuff starts now. An unmitigated Brexit disaster is on track.
How did we get here?
A man called Nigel Farage – intelligent, and vitally a very effective communicator – never underestimate the power of communication – led us here.
But as a schoolmaster of Farage once prognosticated – google it – he is a serious menace. And this menace is one of many who suffers from a disease known as Brexit Syndrome.
Those with Brexit Syndrome don’t understand the consequences of an increasingly globalised world – or even accept it.
They consider Britain still rules the world; doesn’t need its European brethren; can make its own way; will be welcomed with open arms by international partners.
They live in La La Land.
And for many of them, the Brexit disaster will be of no personal consequence.
The barrow-boy tabloid barons will be all right.
The Eton alumni will be all right.
David Cameron will be comfortable in his £25,000 chillax garden shed. Did you know you can sleep in it?
But the bulk of Brexiters – the engine-room – the disenfranchised of the midlands and north who voted in such large numbers to leave – I fear the consequences for many of them will be severe.
The penny is slowly dropping. There is talk now of a soft Brexit.
But we must not rest on our laurels!
Astonishingly – does this excuse for a PM ever learn? – Therese May has just appointed my hapless local MP Steve Baker as Minister for Zealotry in the Brexit Department.
He’s said already to have struck up a good relationship with those delightful people from the DUP. Takes one to know one.
We are at a pivotal point, and must capitalise.
Let there be a clamour for a second referendum (aim high), and if not, the softest of Brexits.
Let’s look back at May’s general election call and say that, whilst it was folly for her, it was serendipity of the highest order – and saved this country.