sell, sell, sell!

I am considering having my family nationalised. It seems a resonable prospect.
Several parts of the organisation are profitable, but other sections, including a move into feline acquisition and development appear to have been poor investments, and the management are concerned at a lack of confidence in the market place.
One would hate to see a run on my family, with depositors queueing to withdraw what they have invested in it over the years in the hope of a decent return.
The problem would be of course that its just possible that the government, having taken possesion of my family would want to break it up, selling the profitable elements off to foreign investors while retaining the liabilities for the time being until they make good.
While the current Mrs Breath and I would be more than happy to be sold off to the Spanish, I'm not sure it would be fair to allow the burden of two teenagers to be a drain on the exchequer.
And as for the cats, while they are a splendid shopfront for the organisation, they are, sadly not much good at anything, and unlikely to show a profit.
The only other option would be a merger with another, bigger and more profitable family, but I'm not convinced that essential quality of the Breath family might not be lost if such a proposal were to move forward.

I can't help a snigger, as one of those who have been surviving on damn all since the last recession, at all the current weeping and wailing. Some of us are used to living hand to mouth and will find the next few years a lot easier than others who have not.
Meanwhile, with the Frogs buying our energy business and the Spanish buying the banks, that whirring sound you can hear is Nelson, Wellington, Raleigh and Drake rotating in their resting places. Perhaps we should harness them and link them to the national grid. Or Le Gride Nationale, as I'm sure its about to be renamed.