TARIFFS!

My regular news feed screams like it’s something I should be deeply, personally invested in.

So I try another.

TARIFFS – THE WORLD IS DOOMED!

Right. I flip to a third.

10% – TRUMP KILLS THE ECONOMY!

Blimey.

So I turn inwards, wander the long grass of my own thoughts, and go looking for any feelings about tariffs.

Nothing. Not even a rustle.

There are plenty of other things in that long grass, though. Like whether our grocery delivery will arrive before I run out of coffee. Or why loo rolls always start with a yard of useless glued-on paper before they become functional.

These are proper concerns.

But tariffs?

I wasn’t even sure how to spell it. Two Fs? One R? Who knows.