The Corvus Papers 4: Permacrisis

“(Permacrisis*) sums up quite succinctly how truly awful 2022 has been for so many people” (Alex Beecroft)

Highway To Hell

Woodland 1

Suffering a bad cold at the start of November, I’d forgot the practice nurse call.  She proffered more questions, a mammogram re-invite and directed me to the ‘Menopause Matters’ website before a follow-up call.  Unable to go for covid boosters, I re-booked but still snotty the next week and no more clinics available, was told to ring back when our colds had gone.  Phil shopped and cooked, having a trauma as the gas ring set fire to a baking sheet.  I’d just gone back to bed Thursday morning when the postie loudly knocked on the door, bearing a small parcel (1 of 2 items from Natures Best, the other came the next day – why on earth were they sent separately?)  I made a big effort to do chores, frustrated by not finding a washed tablecloth; buried in a basket.  Brighter following heavy overnight rain, I moved still sopping laundry into the sun, opened the window for fresh air and posted a Cool Places blogi.  After work, Phil rushed to the bathroom with a heavy sigh.  “What’s up?” “I served a customer with covid outside The Store.” “You might have covid.” “Yes, but he really did.”  Shivering, I noted moisture on windows even though I’d wiped them, conceded it was proper cold and put the heating on.  Watching QT, Phil asked: “What’s Patrick Bateman said?” He meant Psycho Chris Philp.  I hadn’t heard him leave Friday morning and dozed to traffic sounds; always noisier after October half-term.  A sizzling frosty start was obscured by more condensation!  Getting exhausted trying to clean, I returned to bed and battled brightness to use the laptop and browse Menopause Matters.  Confused by a variety of HRT, I dawdled to the co-op, enjoying every moment of sunshine and a smile from Scottish ex-neighbour on the way.  I scored the free trolley and saw The Widower.  Having dithered over wearing a face-mask in case of covid, I didn’t and guiltily kept my distance asking after his health, then got more uneasy as an old man in front of me at the till dropped his walking stick and politely declined my offer of help.  Knackered by the exertion, I took a cuppa to bed and edited my Christmas card.  The sun already behind the hill when Phil got back, a spooky ¾ moon rose prettily below a shiny Jupiter.  Saturday, I woke with remnants of an intricate dream in my head inspired by the fantasy film The Wanting Mare.  Slightly better, I retrieved winter clobber, donned a woolly jumper and sat in the chilly living room. 

As Musk realised he’d paid over the odds for loss-making Twitter, he requested $20 per celeb to keep their blue tick.  Stephen King tweeted Musk should be paying him, to which Musk replied, what about $8?  A wave of fake blue tick accounts including his, hilariously ensued.  Putting profit above people, he brutally sacked half his staff via 3.00 a.m. e-mails.  Paid up to February – not bad! – the human rights team the first to go.  A class action was brought.  Later in the month, staff told to sign up for high intensity long hours or leave, quit.  Musk shut the offices for a week. 1m tweeters closed or deactivated their accounts and Mastodon reported 70,000 new users.  Too confusing and unable to join the UK ‘instance’, I gave up doing likewise.  Photoshop failing to save the latest Christmas card edit, I started again, then it crashed, losing 2 days’ work!  Phil offered to help. “No! It’s secret!”  Making dinner, I jumped every time a firework went off outside. Phil tutted: “That’ll happen all night.” “Yes, but it still makes me jump.”  Muted colours in soft sunlight disappeared into the grey Sunday.  Waking early full of gunk, I gave up sleeping, struggled down and started the Christmas card from scratch until Phil returned with Tales From The Store.  Colleagues totally avoiding veggie food, one referred to chickpeas as dirt.  It reminded me of Walking Friend’s violent aversion to coriander when we discussed spicy recipes the other week.  A sore throat overnight extended into my nose and cheeks Monday.  I took echinacea and battled on.

More hospitalisations for flu, covid infections fell. Compass Pathways found psilocybin (aka magic mushrooms lifted depression in 1/3 of severe cases.  According to the downloadable bio ‘out of the blue’, Truss ate a pork pie with her favoured tipple the night before resigning – still no mention of Melton Mowbray’s demise!  The Cock entered the jungle, ostensibly to promote dyslexia awareness.  Called a skiver, embarrassing and disingenuous, incensed constituents weren’t mollified by a hotline to their MP.  The whip withdrawn, Bereaved Families’ Lobby Akinnola said the former health sec should focus on the covid inquiry, not ‘a shameless attempt to revamp his image.’  He ambled in to beg forgiveness of gaping contestants and predictably be first in line for bushtucker trials.  Those poor animals!  On Laura K., Ed Millipede said we hadn’t done enough since the last COP, Diane Johnson said the immigration system was a mess and Oliver Dowdy defended Swellen and agreed The Salesman’s expletive-laden texts to Wendy Morton were unacceptable, but excused them for being sent at a ‘difficult time’.  Jerk Berry informed Rishi about the texts the day before he made Gavin ‘Minister without Portfolio’.  Standards obviously only applying in good times, Morton referred him to the Independent Complaints & Grievance Scheme.  A 10 year old hack told Andrew Neil he was brought in as a fixer as he was good at ‘behind the scenes dark arts stuff’.  Transport minister Dick Holden evaded questions on scrapping Northern Poorhouse Rail, saying they had to cut their cloth.  As ‘furious as everyone else’ about illegal immigration, he parroted lame excuses for 12 years’ failure.

John Swinney made massive Scottish budget cuts and Morrisons were shutting 132 McColls stores.  Slow global growth led to tech job losses.  With competition from TikTok, Apple privacy changes and loss of investor confidence concerning decade-long Metaverse plans, Meta would lay off 13% of staff with the recruitment team hardest hit.  E-mails told us we could no longer revert to ‘classic’ Facebook and MS would charge for attachment storage – time to purge that in-box!  Octopus energy already paying customers to cut peak-time gas use, National Grid started a trial for smart meter customers.  BP profits £7bn July-Aug, Just Stop Oil threw orange paint at the Home Office, M15, BOE, and News Corp HQ: the ‘4 pillars that support and maintain the power of a fossil fuel economy – government, security, finance and media’.  Trussed-Up having ruined the UK’s reputation and taking longer to regain it, the worst recession for a century was likely to last into 2023.  BOE hiked interest to 3%, the most since 1987.  Former gov Mark Carney said sterling’s fall and a shrinking economy after Brexit added to ‘inflationary pressure’.  Rees-Moggy railed: “To blame…Brexit Is bizarre and only an ultra Remainiac would make such a bogus argument.”  No, Moggy, you’re the maniac!  Rishi promised a new budget would reveal him as Santa, not scrooge. Yeah, for the rich!  On QT, Lord Stuart Rose thought it too late to avoid a long recession.  Predicting the new budget would dish out pain, economist Zanny Minton-Bedoes called discounting tax rises and scrapping of the triple-lock mad; everything should be on the table.  60% of the public with a £60 monthly deficit, and 20% with no savings or resilience after 12 years of tory rule, Peter Kyle said it’d be long and painful.  The Psycho prated about the wealthiest 1% paying 28% of all tax, thresholds and the minimum wage going up.  The audience threw out questions on hungry kids, windfall taxes and the futility of raising interest so we wouldn’t buy stuff that we had no money for anyway.  55% of consumers using credit for Christmas tat, 20% for the first time, 2/5 taking out loans to pay off HP seemed like a bad idea!  More talks agreed, rail strikes due early November were called off too late for normal service to resume Saturday or even the next week.  With a new offer, the Hull Stagecoach strike was suspended.  Scrapping Boris’ daft royal yacht project, Ben Wally said they’d build the MROSS defence ship instead.

Highway To Hell

In his first interview since resigning, The Bumbler told Sky Vlad would be mad to use nuclear weapons.  Attending COP27, Rishi decided to go, allegedly because they’d made good progress on their budget.  Not going to Egypt, Kingy held an audience at Buck House.  Storm Claudio brought yellow wind and rain from France and flooding round London.

As South East commuters also contended with protestors on M25 gantries, Rishi and Boris arrived in sunny Sharm, the latter with a bevy of teenage girls – did they write his policy?  Guterres warned conference action on the ‘defining issue of our times’ was woeful, the clock was ticking and we were on “the last stages of the highway to climate hell, with our foot still on the accelerator.”  Activists in Rome showered Van Gogh’s The Sower with pea soup.

Migrants bussed out of Manston described inhuman conditions as some were left at Victoria Coach Station coatless and shod in flip-flops.  A kid threw a letter over the fence addressed to journalists. Children’s commissioner Rachel de Souza asked Swellen how many unaccompanied children were in the camp and how were they treated?  A ‘deeply concerned’ Diane Johnson (home affairs cttee chair) and 14 council heads wrote to Swellen complaining of its use as an ‘easy fix for a national strategic issue’.  Tensions mounting, protestors brandished placards reading ‘Suella’s shame’ and a right-wing backlash threatened.  Albanian MP Edi Rama tweeted it was ‘easy rhetoric’ blaming them and on Newsnight, accused the UK of scapegoating, while Rachel Maclean cited ‘unintended consequences’ of the Modern Slavery Act for more boat crossings – err, most victims were British!  Ignoring a power outage at Harmondsworth immigrant removal centre where detainees with ‘various weaponry’ ‘rioting’ in the courtyard, met riot police, the BBC alleged Kurdish criminal gangs controlled French camps and paid Albanians to channel-cross to work in the ‘drugs trade’.  UK pay 10 times higher, they left their home towns empty.  What clap-trap – drug dealers weren’t on regular wages!  Minister Graham Stuart admitted Swellen used ‘unfortunate language’.  Spotting his nephew on Metro’s front cover, Albanian Arben Halili, travelled from Oxford, tried to get into Manston and blocked a coach leaving the site.  Landing in a chinook Thursday, Swellen was booed and journos were banned.  Legal action was brought by Detention Action and a woman ‘from outside Europe’ allegedly left at Manston in ‘egregiously defective conditions’ for 3 weeks until allowed to stay with family in the UK.

At PMQs, Rishi was asked what Swellen had to do to resign and who broke the asylum system?  Always shifting blame, it could only be the tories after 12 years’ power.  Rishi told Keir they were getting a grip but he’d voted against the bill and couldn’t attack a plan and not have one himself.  Keir leered, let’s look at that plan: Manston nor Rwanda were working.  He’d prosecuted people-traffickers, they couldn’t even process migrants.  It was time to scrap gimmicks, get a proper home sec, and get a grip.  Rishi wittered about Keir supporting national security risk Corbyn.  Blackford harped on about the triple-lock and political choices hitting the poorest hardest – why not take the easy decisions, raise windfall taxes, scrap non-doms, and help the vulnerable?  Rishi insisted they supported oil companies to invest.  Furious at money spent on housing illegals, a backbencher wondered when it’d be sorted out.  Rishi parroted ‘we will defend our borders’.  Alba asked if Scotland was a territorial British colony; the argument rumbled on all month.

After Baroness Casey called her report ‘a line in the sand’ and Mark Rowley said it was clear hundreds of Met officers should be sacked, HMICFRS** published findings of sexism and misogyny in several police forces.  Inadequate vetting made it too easy for the wrong people to join.  Rowley later complained he couldn’t get rid of cops not trusted to speak to the public.  Fireworks were thrown at police vans in Leeds and a 17 year old Halifax lad being chased by cops, crashed into a greenhouse and died.  Rallying for early elections, ex Pakistan PM Imran Khan was shot in the leg.  An alleged assassination attempt, further demos followed.

In a major shake-up, The Arts Council shifted £50m from London to the provinces.  ENO funding cut, a restructuring grant helped them relocate to Manchester and Blackpool illuminations got money for the first time – those Red Indians did need replacing!  As non-Americans googled it to do a wordle, Cambridge dictionary named ‘homer’ word of the year.  ‘Permacrisis’ topped Collins’ list which also included ‘sportswashing’, ‘warm bank’, ‘partygate’, ‘vibe shift’, ‘lawfare’, ‘quiet quitting’, ‘Carolean’ and ‘splooting’.

Nasty Business

The Grand

Woken prematurely by Phil Tuesday 8th, I grumbled, dozed, exercised, cleaned and began an Ocado order when the nurse rang an hour early.  I griped of complex info on Menopause Matters, and more generally, of having to do it all yourself these days.  After clarifying some points. we agreed on low-dose HRT patches, ready to collect next week.  Phil hoped I didn’t go loopy like Carole Gammone.  “It’s meant to improve your mood; I bet she’s on a high dosage from a dodgy source.”  Early Wednesday, I realised the bathroom light was left on overnight, switched it off, then Phil fumbled to the loo, turning it back on.  Forecasters repeated it was mild for the time of year but omitted to mention rain.  Together with a heavy head and tummy ache, it mitigated against an outing.  Phil popped to the shop just in time for a sharp shower.  Thursday even wetter, I felt cold.  Exhausted from vacuuming when Ocado came, I wryly observed I’d fallen into the trap of buying tiny packs again (I thought the juice trio was cheap!)  I shelved a trip to the market and booked a BG service – amazingly lots of slots available, for next Monday.  Receiving a letter from the dole saying I qualified for an extra warm homes grant and still diddled out of the full energy rebate, I went round in circles trying to fathom the new Evolve site.  Newsnight had featured Evolv’s crap AI weapons detection – was it the same thing?  Phil had a funny do with his right eye at work; annoying just as his left one improved. “Do you need an ambulance?” “No; I’ll ring doctors if it gets worse.” “It already is.” “I mean if there are signs of a detached retina.”  The Store had finally recruited an assistant manager, meaning a 3-day week – in the short-term.  December rosters unset, he was unsure of Christmas shifts, pondered taking leave, but there was no need.  Untangling last month’s Westminster shit-show for the journal, I got head fug and turned the laptop off for a 3rd update in 2 days.  Struggling to sleep, I enjoyed hooting owls; much nicer than squawking geese Friday morning.  Going to the co-op, a cat scuttling in the undergrowth on the steps startled me.  I revelled in mild, fresh air scented by late-blooming Japanese Jasmine until assailed by traffic fumes on the main road.  Several items missing from shelves, I asked My Mate could I pay at the kiosk.  He advised using the conveyors but asked if I wanted baccy. “Just filters.” “I’m disappointed.” “I got baccy already and meant to buy filters on the market, but the weather was too horrid and I wasn’t up to it after a bad cold. I’ve been nowhere but here for 2 weeks – so depressing!”  He sympathised and hoped I’d soon be better.  Phil got home to relate previous occupations of store co-workers, including an ex-binman who weirdly started early Thursdays for unpaid work, 2 pub landlords and a video shop owner.  “It’s a shit business! Any failed artists?” “I’m not failed.” “It’s a joke! After all, you did sell a print.”

Lenny Henry promoted his new kid’s book on BBC Breakfast Saturday.  Asked what advice he’d give aspiring authors, he said if there’s an unwritten book, write it, send it to your favourite publisher, you’re never too old and keep going.  I should get back to my novel!  Desperate for a walk, we headed through the busy town and through woodlands, buying eggs from a farm in-between.  An official egg shortage explained a dearth of them in the shops.  Allegedly due to bird flu, supermarkets refused to pay more so farmers chucked them away.  I said wasting food in straitened times should be a crime.  “What are they meant to do?” “Give them to food banks, take them to market…“ “Some do, hence the honesty box.”i.  As Lidl and Asda rationed eggs, BRC said there were plenty.  Phil disturbed my recovery with news of a historic Bradford pub office conversion and Nik Turner dying. “Shit! No more Space Ritual! But I bet the other half of Hawkwind are cheering ‘we got all the money’!”  The world hidden behind a nasty fog and condensation combo Sunday, I wiped the dripping windows and researched DIY dehumidifiers. “What about Do Not Eat?” “You’d need tons of it.”  Groggy and achy, I amended the Christmas card while Phil went to work.  Monday, the fog didn’t lift.  Conscious of the BG service, I sprung out of bed and chivvied Phil to help clear passageways.  New to BG, the engineer arrived with a mentoring colleague.  After 1½ hours poking, they said it did well for an old boiler, advised getting a new carbon monoxide detector and pointlessly adjusting an external pipe – any overflow would go straight down the drain.  Getting colder, I changed the boiler settings but having no heat or hot water, thought I’d messed it up.  Nope: the stupid men had turned the main switch off!

Covid infections rose in Australia.  800 on the Majestic Princess tested positive.  Cases mild or asymptomatic, the cruise ship docked in Sydney while isolated passengers made private travel arrangements.

Tuesday, it emerged The Salesman told a civil servant to ‘slit your throat’.  As a Downing Street informal inquiry into the nasty business began, he was gone by evening.  Already sacked twice from ministerial posts, this time he jumped before pushed.  Laying into Rishi’s ‘poor judgement and weak leadership’, Rayner said it was clear he was ‘strapped by the grubby backroom deals he made to dodge a vote’.  Wednesday, Gill Keegan said he had great judgement.  At PMQs, Keir asked how bullying victims would feel about the PM’s ‘great sadness’ at losing The Salesman?  Rishi insisted he didn’t know specifics and Gavin was right to go.  Keir persisted; Rishi normalised bullying by giving Gavin a job and he wouldn’t have got away with it if a weak boss hadn’t handed him power.  Did he regret the appointment?  Rishi replied ’of course’ he regretted appointing someone who resigned ‘in these circumstances’, adding integrity characterised his government, hence a rigorous process, but also important to deliver for the whole country, he listed his daft priorities.  Keir mocked, he couldn’t stand up to a run-of-the mill bully, so he couldn’t stand up to anyone, like Shell, who paid no windfall tax.  Rishi itemised Keir’s nay votes, to which Keir said he was against all chaos-creators including those on government benches.  On QT, Caroline Green said nurses struck for a better NHS, thus for us all.  Steph Flanders added, still experiencing the covid emergency, we must understand their long-term needs.  Questioned on the Cock’s bug-eating antics, Emily Thornberry said complacency led tories to think they deserved to rule.  Although not self-serving like them and entering public life to make the world a better place, all MPs were tarred with the same brush.  Held to account by Ant & Dec instead of the public, evading the covid inquiry and no ethics adviser, Mark Harper promised one soon but admitted they should consider how their conduct looked.  Asked if COP was realistic when big emitters weren’t there (i.e., India and China; while gas companies lobbied to be considered green!) Caroline said it was the only game in town and Steph didn’t want to give into fatalism.

Concluding the Grenfell inquiry, KCs highlighted startling government ignorance, incompetence and disregard for social housing tenants.  Arconic, Studio E., Exova, Centrex, Kingspan, Kensington Council (failing to inspect door closers), the Levelling Up sec and London mayor making up a rogues gallery, Richard Millett attacked the merry-go-round of buck-passing.  Uncleverly called the Aussie trade deal rubbish.  Truss-Up obviously the latest scapegoat, he had a point – where were our tim-tams?  Also blaming Truss, Kwasi Modo told Talk Radio he warned her she moved at breakneck speed.  So much for being in ‘lockstep’!  Amazon planned to sack 10,000, including Alexa staff  and Tim Martin was shutting 7 more Wetherspoons.  Phil and Julie Fox vowed to visit doomed pubs to add to the 295 they’d already patronised including their Halifax local, The Percy Shaw.  Fellow Brexiteer Next boss Simon Wolfson said it wasn’t the Brexit he wanted.  Tough shit, mister! (see Brexit Islandii).  Doing well under lockdown, Made.com struggled with supply issues and went bust.  Next bought the brand but not stock leaving customers with unfulfilled orders and no refunds.  Next also later teamed up with founder Tom Joules to rescue the colourful clothes brand.

Calling Blighty

Evil energy companies remotely switched 60,000 to pre-payment without notice.  Unaware customers failing to top-up could be disconnection by default – another reason not to have a smart meter! 

1.3m using food banks, The Trussell Trust launched their first emergency appeal.  A ‘sticking plaster’, they urged government to budget for long-term measures.  GDP down 0.2% July-Sept., The C**t harped on about global factors and admitted there’d be a slump, which could be short and shallow if interest stayed low.  Refusing to be drawn by Laura K. on its contents, he promised us all pain with his ‘horrible decisions’.  Swerving questions on Brexit, an FT economist called it the elephant in the room.  Simon Sharma cited rotting cabbages and NHS staff shortages.  As they segued into the Remembrance Sunday lark, a Lord Army Major said ceremonies took place in towns and cities around the globe.  Port Stanley was hardly an empire!  Steve Hawley unearthed ‘Calling Blighty’.  The wartime messages from soldiers to families back home, were screened to descendants in Penis Town’s quaint cinema.  Doc film ‘A Bunch of Amateurs’ premiered at Pictureville to rave reviews.  Why’d we not heard of Bradford Movie Makers, established 1932, when we lived in The City?

The UK-wide RCN ballot closed.  The vote not unanimous, nurses in half of English trusts, all in Scotland and NI and all but 7 in Wales, would strike December, not affecting emergency services.  Laughingly preparing ‘contingencies’, Steve Barclay said his door was always open for talks.  That was the first they’d heard!  Gill Keegan helpfully claimed nurses only used foodbanks if they had a broken relationship or boiler.  100,000 PCS Civil servants voting to strike, according to the TUC, 1.5m public sector workers considered doing likewise.  M25 protests into a third day, a lorry crashing into a rolling roadblock hurt a cop.  On the fourth day, London commuters also contended with no tubes and bus queues.  TFL advised travel outside peak times, incredibly starting at 5.45 a.m. (was that all the Deliveroo?) and issued a walking tube map, saying stations were only 10 mins apart; 2 mins in central London, more like.  Just Stop Oil ended the protest Friday.  Amidst reports of buffet shortages, Uncle Joe told COP27 delegates the “science is devastatingly clear – we have to make progress by the end of this decade.”  They agreed a deal to fund climate change damage but not to cut emissions or fossils fuels.  Martin Kaiser, Greenpeace Germany, called it a ‘sticking plaster on a huge, gaping wound’.  Canberra activists threw blue paint at ‘symbol of capitalism‘, Warhol’s Campbell’s soup cans.  Talk about missing the point!  Rishi went to Bali for the G20.  Fearing assassination for weakness, Vlad sent Sergei Lavrov.  Vlod pointedly addressed the G19, China criticised the weaponization of food and fuel, and the Cambodian leader tested positive for covid.  Meanwhile, Top CIA man Bill Burns met his Russian counterpart Sergei Naryshkin in Ankara, to discuss Yanks held in detention and convey ‘a message on the consequences of the use of nuclear weapons’.

Swellen gave France £8m extra a year for more beach patrols and UK immigration officers in their control rooms.  Nitwit Elphicke carped it fell short of what was needed.  Admitting it wouldn’t solve the crisis of 40,000 channel crossings, Swellen said it was part of a multi-dimensional approach.  Albanian migrants held a demo Sunday, demanding the nasty bitch resign.  After Uncleverly told LGBTQ fans to respect Qatari laws at the World Cup, as a ‘massive gay’, Luke Pollard urged he apologise.  An official ambassador then said homosexuality damaged the mind.  Reports of safehouses being set up, disgraced ex-FIFA boss Sepp Blatter was more concerned Qatar was too tiny to host the competition than human rights or migrant construction worker deaths.  Russian troops withdrew from Kherson, destroying comms on the way out of the only regional capital they’d captured during the war.  Republicans not faring as expected in US midterms, The Trump said if they did well, it was down to him but if not, it was everyone else’s fault and blamed Melania for advising him to back a loser.  This didn’t deter a ‘big announcement’ that he’d re-run for president.

Kingy and Camilla’s cut-price coronation would take place 6th May 2023, with a third May bank holiday Monday 8th.  On a 2-day Yorkshire tour, they visited Bradford, Leeds, Doncaster and York, where a man shouted this country was built on slavery and chucked eggs at them.  On his 74th birthday, Kingy leant on an oak tree for dumb selfies.  Nobody knew if he’d continue the tradition of an official summer birthday.  Tuesday, 3 British actors (Tom Owen, Bill Treacher and Leslie Philips) died, as did swingometer inventor David Butler.  Paying tribute, Michael Crick said: “For decades (he) was the foremost psephologist in Britain and around the world.”  Premier Inn was voted best chain hotel and tatty with a ‘rough and ready feel’,  Britannia the worst.  Simon Calder rightly argued you could stay in ace places like Scarborough’s Grand.

Unhinged

Woodland 2

The bedroom telly came on at 6 a.m. Tuesday 15th.  Jolted awake by the Milkshake theme, I could never find the auto-alarm feature to switch it off but tuned to BBC, it was less raucous when it happened again the next week.  Phil learnt on google his hot flush could be down to lifestyle changes. “Doing a work! Your body’s in overdrive trying to make testosterone. Maybe you need HRT too. I’ll ask when I get mine.”  I forgot, but bought a few essentials in the chemist, later realising I’d got conditioner instead of shampoo again and spotted hair clippers on an-aisle end.  Later in the week, Phil successfully exchanged the hair gunk and bought clippers with myriad attachments.  I went home to tut at mill redevelopers messing about on a trial trike – were they unhinged? – and read the HRT leaflet to fret over side-effects.  Phil subsequently persuaded me to try it.  He agreed opening a window to dispel moisture in Wednesday sunshine was a good idea until the temperature dropped.  Cleaning the landing, the tripod stand fell apart.  Swearing loudly, I left it in bits and asked Phil if he’d  heard me. “Yes; what was it?” “Guess. I think there’s a screw missing.” “I think a screw is missing.” “I just said that!”  We discussed a cut-price Christmas and going to Lidl for German treats. “And lobsters,” he offered. “I’m not buying them. Too much faff and we don’t know your shifts. I’m cooking nowt that takes half a day to prepare.”

Due to intimidation and throwing tomatoes at them, civil servants avoided working with Rabid Raab in his previous cabinet roles.  Facing two formal bullying complaints, he wrote to Rishi requesting an independent inquiry, then faced Rayner.  PMQs covered by a new ‘talking politics’ segment on channel 5, we listened to host Storm trying to be serious and an unhinged Carole Gammone saying such claims were normal in a working environment (in her nasty world!) then tuned to BBC for actual debate.  Clive Betts asked if the PM (hobnobbing in Bali) should allow Raab to serve to which he parroted he’d comply fully.  Rayner not on top form, asked a question worthy of a toady then followed up with: the G20 supposedly addressing global economics, why did the government drag its feet on taxing massive profits?  He spouted the usual codswallop on lower tax gaps and stricter non-dom regs.  She retorted the truth was, working people paid the price for tory choices.  Where was the UK in the list of the 38 growth countries?  As Raab kept schtum, she told him: 38th; thanks to wrong people making wrong choices.  No ethics, no integrity and no mandate, when would a new ethics adviser drain the swamp?  Raab refuted all bullying claims including flying tomatoes and said the ’mud-slinging’ was because labour didn’t have a plan.  Rees-Moggy chimed in that labour’s bullying record was second to none.  On Daily Politics, Bridget Philipson complained Raab ignored labour’s plans  for growth and to help with inflation and suppressed wages.

A rogue missile hit Poland, killing 2.  Vlod blamed Vlad.  In urgent G20 talks, Biden gave Duda’s investigation his ‘full support’ but rather than coming from Russia, was likely shot down by a Soviet-era S300; part of Ukrainian air defences.  No indication it was deliberate, paying for a top-up at the co-op kiosk, I overheard a colleague telling someone that was how WW2 started  “Let’s not get carried away; it was an accident.” I told My Mate. “On a lighter note, have a good day.” “See you in the bomb shelter.” “Eff off! Pardon my French.”  Head fuggy writing, I picked up the guitar for the first time in months.  Barely able to remember simple chords, they gradually came back to me.  Phil returned with Pueblo baccy – worthy, organic, made by native Americans, bought by woke hippies, and now, him.

Still raining after overnight rain Thursday, I guessed a swollen river would cause consternation.  As did The C**t’s budget.  Glossing over council tax hikes, he focussed on frozen income tax thresholds costing earners more over time, less help with energy bills from April, windfall tax rising to 35% and extended to 2028, slower public spending rises but more for health, social care and education for the next 2 years (excluding early years, 6th form and HE), a 10.1% rise in benefits rise and the national living wage to £12.42 from April, and some guff on wind turbines and broadband.  Reeves whinged in the ‘Bobby Ewing strategy’ of denying past chaos, ‘old cast members returned as if nothing had happened and it was time the series was cancelled’.  Sturgeon griped that austerity had returned.  Energy help well short of what was needed, the End Fuel Poverty Coalition predicted 7m still in fuel poverty would be joined by an extra 1.6m.  Simon Francis said: “we are already seeing the horrific impact of living in cold damp homes and children…Without the financial support…this winter…the NHS will be overwhelmed and millions will suffer.”  Interviewed by Chris Mason, The C**t denied ducking difficult decisions until after the next election.  He faced them in a ‘balanced way’, given an upcoming 2 years of recession, but there was a plan and there was hope to ‘get us back to normality’.  He’d obviously listened to the BOE who said we’d start ‘getting back to normal’ after the winter gas crisis.  Phil laughed at the persistent misguided belief: “Everyone, the IMF etc., say things will never return to normal.”  Friday, I discovered a strike by Jacob’s workers.  Phil reckoned loads of industrial action wasn’t reported by ‘Pravda’ (aka the BBC).  Hunting for Christmas treats in the co-op, random stock occupied the diminished cracker shelf.  Amid a tinned peach shortage (nowt to do with Brexit!) I regretted eating one last month, and opted for retro fruit cocktail.  Phil rang at the end of his shift.  Dank as the sun dipped behind the hill, I eschewed the pub.  His latest ‘how shops work’ tutorial entailed the air con system clarting shelves in dust. “You can tell as soon as you walk in if it’s a decent shop or not. “Like the awful Sainsbury’s in the next village?” “Yep. And their new co-op will be Asda soon as they sold them with the forecourts.”  Store people from Preston brought new snacks.  He bought cheese savouries. “What else did they bring?” “Loads of sweets and salt n vinegar savouries. I pulled a face: “Ooh no!” “You sound like a granny.” “I am 60 you know!” “Join the gammon grannies, saying everything’s disgusting!” “If I do get like that, shoot me.” “I will!” A slight hangover Saturday, I slept in shockingly late (like the old days), posted a blog and considered the Omaze house prize draw.  Too pricey, I decided Marbella was full of gangsters anyway and edited the Christmas card while Phil cut his hair.  Struggling to settle with a whirring mind at bedtime, I finally dropped off to be roused by him coughing at 3.45.  Exhausted and tearful, I blocked out bright light and eventually got a few hours.  Despite insomnia and low mood, I gave up lying-in Sunday and found a tumbler stained yellow from Phil drinking turmeric. I complained it hadn’t stopped his cough.  About to go for a wander, he was asked to do an extra shift.  I whinged of short notice but he countered it was more money with no lifting, and the weather wasn’t great.  To be fair, it rained soon after.  I went for knobbly market veg and browsed charity shops, getting myself a handbag and him chinos for work (perfect except unhemmed, they needed altering) then nipped in the co-op to wait at the till as a woman filled her bag with luxury items like avocado and prawns.  I finished the Christmas card before Phil got home.  Entering and exiting the living room several times, he stood peering at the wall calendar.  The shifts I’d scribbled on not tallying with the office chart, he decided he was on a late Monday and looked forward to a lie-in.  Aware of movement at 7.00 a.m., I rose to find a note saying he was on an early after all.  Putting my first HRT patch on, I immediately had a hot flush.  Probably not weird, I got on with writing and chores.  Shivering all day even in extra layers, when Phil got in, I battened down the hatches and put the heating on.  Well, it was 4 degrees out.  Work on the journal was interrupted by Tales from The Store.  The new assistant manager blobbed twice, then left.  Giving some hogwash about the work causing anxiety, they suspected she had 2 jobs.  Possibly unhinged, I wondered if they checked references.  Phil said hardly anyone did now.  “How Stupid!” “Penny wise, pound foolish, that’s today’s capitalists.” “Tell your boss I’ve got a background in personnel and am available for a reasonable consultancy fee!” Back to 4-day weeks, Phil got crumpets with jam as a sop.  He asked was I watching the World Cup. “I’m boycotting it.” “I’m not boycotting England games.” “They gave into the armband lark, and those rich pundits complaining of human rights abuses, still taking millions to be there. It’s awful!” “How do you know all that if you’re not watching it?” “From the news. I’m keeping up with the antics. I might change my mind if England reach the final.”  I actually caved in before then, which was just as well.

Protesting David Beckham’s £10m ambassador deal, Joe Lycett shredded £10,000 in fake notes.  2 days before Kick-off, Qatar banned venue alcohol sales.  Bud tweeted, ‘this is awkward’.  At the last minute, FIFA forbid captains to wear ‘one love’ armbands, threatening yellow cards and fines.  Home nation fans left at half-time during the first match but official attendance figures exceeded stadium capacity.  In support of protestors, Iranian players refused to sing their national anthem.  England beat them 6-2, the highest score ever for an opening game.  Thousands were locked out due to a FIFA app malfunction.  Rainbow bucket hats were taken off Welsh fans and a reporter clad in a rainbow tee was denied entry.  FIFA said confiscation of clothing would end Thursday.

Get Out!

New drug Teplizumab could delay the onset of type 1 diabetes for 3 years and lead to better treatments.  As a banner flew over the jungle reading: ‘Covid bereaved say get out of here’, crocodile tears had the desired effect and people stopped voting for The Cock to do bushtucker trials.  The QT audience wondered if we’d survive 2 years’ austerity.  Thicky Atkins disingenuously claimed the effects of Trussonomics had flushed through the system, according to the OBR.

Queried on when they’d re-join the single market and tax the likes of Amazon who’d made a mint during covid, Thicky denied Brexit was to blame, said we should look forward and all countries had the same pressures.  Ian Blackford reckoned taxing big companies could raise £11 bn; it was a political choice to make the poor pay.  At the CBI conference in Brum, Tony Danker wanted ‘part 2’ of the budget statement, to encourage investment in UK and spark growth.  Rishi said ‘wait and see’.  He also quashed rumours of a ‘Swiss style’ EU deal, saying Brexit was delivering for the country.  His unhinged speech slayed me: “I voted for Brexit, I believe in Brexit…already delivering enormous benefits and opportunities for the country – migration being an immediate one…proper control of our borders…(we can)…have a conversation with the country about the type of migration that we want and need…We weren’t able to do that inside the European Union…” (Yep, that’s going well!) “When it comes to trade…we can open up our country to the world’s fastest-growing markets…I’ve just got back from the G20…talking about signing CPTPP…(becoming) part of that trading bloc, that’s a fantastic opportunity…” (See ‘Brexit island’ii).  Guardianistas incensed that Keir wouldn’t reverse Brexit either, the next day, he told business leaders the UK must end dependency on cheap immigrant labour and train our own.

Average pay rises of 5.7% (6.6% for the private sector and 2.2% for the public), didn’t keep pace with the highest inflation for 40 years.  11.1% in October, 11.9% for those on low incomes and 16.2% for food, we couldn’t avoid staples like milk and eggs but we could shun extortionate Heinz ketchup.  Hull suffered higher inflation and excess deaths – due to draughtier homes, lower wages, or lower prices to start with?  In first-ever talks with the RCN, The health sec swerved pay talk in favour of body-cams and care funding.  Pat Cullen retorted: “By refusing my requests for negotiations, Steve Barclay is directly responsible for the strike action this month…Nursing staff don’t want to be outside their hospitals, they want to be inside – feeling respected and able to provide safe care to patients.”  Heathrow baggage handlers struck and PO workers announced 10 days’ further action Nov-Dec, including Black Friday and Christmas Eve.  Half-year losses £219m, Royal Mail asked government if they could stop Saturday letter deliveries, as the public were indifferent (we couldn’t afford the stamps!) and concentrate on packages; maybe planning to capitalise on Evri (formerly Hermes), again voted worst parcel service.  A coroner concluded toddler Awaab Ishaq died from an untreated severe respiratory condition caused by prolonged exposure to mould in his home.  The family accused Rochdale Boroughwide Housing of racism.  CE Gareth Swarbrick resigned, Gove withdrew funding (how did that help?) and a week later, said sorry to tenants still living with fungi.  Greenpeace projected a video highlighting fuel poverty onto Rishi’s North Yorks Georgian mansion.  Heavy rain brought mayhem to southern villages and roads, Aberdeenshire flooding swept someone into the River Don and Russian shelling left half of Kyiv without power.  Finding evidence of explosives near Nord Stream 1 & 2, Swedish prosecutors called September’s leaks ‘gross sabotage’.  A major gas supplier to the UK and EU, Norway stepped up surveillance.  A 5.6 shallow earthquake along Indonesia’s ring of fire felled houses, blocked roads and killed at least 162.  Hundreds of injured were treated amid aftershocks in Java.  Artemis 1 finally took off to take a moonikin to the moon.  Both Brian Cox’s on BBC breakfast, the actor promoted his new show on how the other half lived and the physicist touted his new book.  Building on Stephen Hawking’s work, it was an idiot’s guide to black holes – The universe for dummies!

Broken Britain

Broken Britain

Tuesday lunchtime, I proffered Phil a spare finger roll.  Mishearing me, he asked was it a fancy foreign thing like Remainers bought in The Store? “Yes, fingerorle authentico!”  Falling asleep faster at night, I actually dropped off for 5 mins during a siesta – was it the hormones?  As we waited at the sunny bus stop Wednesday, the geese squawked and waddled off the church lawn in unison.  Phil laughed at their peculiar communication and related an anecdote of one flying down to the river and unable to fly back up, getting stuck.  A quick ride to the next town, all-day brekkies at the market café ate into the time as they were short-staffed and Phil ordered the biggest, which took ages to cook.  Disappointingly no thermal socks in Age UK, Phil found a book and DVD.  Paying for them to hide for yule, I spotted a tin of smelly miniatures for myself.  The discount store and the German supermarket provided the best seasonal goody mission for 3 years.  Pleased with our haul, we headed for the bus, letting a polite schoolboy on first.  The fast journey back juddery, we thought a spring was broke or, as Phil sang: “the wheels on the bus are  not  round!”

Brexit putting investors off, OECD forecast the UK as the worst-performing country in the G20 2023 and possibly 2024.  Rishi told cabinet we faced ‘a challenging winter’ of strikes, high costs and NHS backlogs.  Labour said he took ‘people for fools’ blaming winter and not a ‘decade of tory mismanagement’ for the challenges.  Watching PMQs on iPlayer, Keir failed to mention this, declared ‘shame on FIFA’ and asked why we had the lowest growth? Rishi insisted it was the highest since 2010 and the fastest this year, and selected 3 ‘important points’ from the OECD report: growth, international challenges, and support for his fiscal plan, then bragged about putting more into the NHS.  An unconvinced Keir railed total denial wouldn’t wash and due to 12 years’ inaction, weeks of chaos and Rishi’s changes, ordinary people had £1400 tax hikes.  Ducking queries on how much super- wealthy non-doms were expected to pay, Rishi said labour had years to sort it out, and while they peddled fairy tales and gesture politics, tories protected pensioners.  As the Guardian alleged Rishi registered with a private GP, Keir dug in; he’d scrap non-doms to fund doctors so they wouldn’t have to go private.  Rishi didn’t gainsay the claim until January 2023.  The Supreme Court ruling Scotland couldn’t hold an indy ref without Westminster consent, Ian Blackford maintained with a mandate to deliver a referendum, democracy couldn’t be denied and urged Rishi be honest and admit the idea of the UK union as voluntary, was dead and buried.  Now the time to stick together, Rishi respected the court’s decision.  Blackford countered, he couldn’t claim to respect the rule of law and deny democracy.  Quite! Was Scotland a colony?  Would they go to the European court?  Olivia Blake asked why an investigation into lives lost in The Channel took so long, adding it wouldn’t have happened if there were safe, legal routes.  Rishi inanely said every life lost was a tragedy which was why Swellen was tackling illegal migration (splutter!)

Woken early Thursday by machinery and Phil, I changed the HRT patch, got a hot flush, burps and nausea.  After ridding windows of ice-like moisture, I tried expunging mould caused by bathroom condensation with mixed results.  Shaking rugs out, a soft toy flew out the window.  Luckily, it was retrievable from behind the shed-house.  On QT, Andy Bunman advocated local control of skills and a personal approach to getting the inactive back to work.  Saying work must pay, Ben Habib (aka Asian Farage) blamed dependency culture and defended Truss as having the right idea on growth but was ‘defenestrated’ by The Treasury and BOE.  Citing the Avanti debacle, Bunman said performance had fallen off a cliff and agreed with Rapper Darren McGarvey who likened denouncing the RMT for destroying Christmas to spin on Scargill – it was a tory tactic to always blame workers.  The Scottish government allegedly considering making the rich to pay for NHS treatment, Bunman sought properly integrated health & social care and workforce plans to stop agency use and pay staff more.  Transport minister Richard Holden backed Rishi going private as he paid tax and could opt back into the NHS – that wasn’t the point!  Despite the chair of ACOBA Lord Pickles finding The Cock’s jungle jaunt broke regs (but disciplinary action ‘disproportionate’), they all thought his normality bid had won the public over – Bunman said The Cock wasn’t a bad guy but tories always put themselves first.

Going to the co-op Friday, I swapped updates on a neighbour’s community carers’ job with Phil’s work, over-sharing shop gossip.  Using a discount coupon from a leaflet posted through the door, I panicked at the till as a woman breathed down my neck.  After extensive research, Phil found the ideal freezer.  The search not working on my browser, he sent me a link, then it wouldn’t log me in.  Eventually buying the thing, my card was subsequently declined.  Satan’s Bank had changed the card so the expiry date was the same but the number different.  The microwave clock at zero revealing a power cut, Phil discovered the entire Halifax area was out for 2 hours early Saturday. “Broken Britain! I can’t believe gammons still don’t think tories are incompetent,” he observed. I countered: “They can’t really believe that anymore, but can’t admit they’re wrong and in denial, say it’s better than the coalition of chaos!”  Installing advent gubbins, I found a broken candle holder, then hoovered and disposed of recycling, needing to rest before visiting the unadvertised Christmas market – oddly on the same street as The Store, where Phil heard about it.  Seeing Counsellor Friend and partner, we joined them to peruse crap crafts and catch up.  I learnt her mum died last month (Phil knew and assuming I did, never mentioned it), they were buying a house in the next town and she was planning to top up her pension pot; I advised she didn’t.  We waved bye and munched greasy Serbian pies.  Past the lit tree in the square and up the pedestrian street, we spotted vacant seats outside The Pub.  While ordering, I observed changes since our last visit, pre-covid.  Tasty-looking nuts in jars replaced pies on the bar.  The servers said the butcher who used to make them, mysteriously stopped and asked if the Serbian ones were good – they weren’t keen on the lubricious aspect.  Supping ale, I remarked Counsellor Friend had progressed from being skint to house-buying while we seemed to go backwards.  Nothing personal intended, Phil got defensive.  I changed tack to muse over people either having no job or three, and the state of the world.  Dozy in the gloaming, we went home.

On Laura K Sunday, Jerk Berry concurred with Mark Harper’s ‘getting a grip’ drivel.  Hoping the RMT would get a letter Monday, Frances O’Grady welcomed the government’s altered tone, but railed against Broken Britain.  After the Barclay debacle, Pat Cullen repeated it was ‘negotiation or nothing’.  Prof Hannah Fry agreed problems went back much further than the war or covid.

Phil dreaded a 5-day week.  Covering for a colleague’s hospital appointment, he had a late followed by an early again,  Not ideal with shifts playing havoc with his body clock, I suggested eschewing more hours but as they forgot he’d volunteered for extra work, he hoped it was a one-off.  Trees emitting steam in the cold grey, I stayed in to be disturbed by noisy stone-cutting on the street below, unceasing till dark.  I placed an Ocado order and made granola bars. Chopping cranberries and nuts interminable, the stupid electronic scales kept turning off.  Exhausted with backache, I checked commemorative coin values to discover we actually had a Brexit 50p – sadly only worth 50p. thanks to the queen dying, Paddington was worth a bit more.  Despite a sunny Monday, there was more condensation to deal with.  Orange barriers blocking the small steps, explaining the stone-cutting, I took the longer way to the co-op.  Very busy for the time of day, a miserable woman shelf-stacking gave me a dirty look.  I asked her kinder colleague to pass me an item, grabbed clearance stuff and queued at the till.  Phil brought home 2 bagful’s of Milk Tray.  Sold to outlet staff for a charitable donation, he planned to eat them, I proposed giving them away – a compromise was made.  Accepting the idea of working Christmas and looking forward to a bonus Amazon voucher and mince pies, the manager who hadn’t had a day off for 6 weeks, understandably refused to open.  I put  his shift pattern on the calendar, and ordered Christmas gifts under his nose.  The next two days cold and foggy, Tuesday, it didn’t lift.  Just after I heard Phil going to work, the landline rang.  Drowsy, I vaguely realised it’d be the freezer.  At a loud door knock, I shouted and donned a dressing gown, badly.  Telling them they were early, the nice delivery men said someone had to be first.  I meant by 2 days, not 2 hours!  “Where do you want it?” They asked.  I indicated the kitchen steps: “Down here if you don’t mind,” “Ok.” “Thanks. The men who delivered our fridge wouldn’t take it down.” “Well, they weren’t as nice as us! You can give us a 5-star rating!!”  I forgot to do so.  Placing it exactly in the spot I’d cleared, unpacking was a doddle except removing the polystyrene stand.  I got an endorphin rush at the shiny smell.  Sad I know, but when did I last have anything brand new? 

When Phil returned, I asked did he notice anything?  “A freezer.” “Well, a box.” “You mean I don’t have to lug it down?” “No. Are you impressed?” “Yes, did you do it.” “Yes, ha, ha!”  He settled on the sofa with a groan. “You’re tired. Thought you were finishing at 2 didn’t you?” “Yep.” “I did wonder when you asked last night. How did the granola bar work out?” “Much easier at 6 in the morning.”  Siestas disturbed by chainsaws, I stuck earplugs in then they stopped!  Channel-hopping to avoid the match build-up, Phil asked: “What’s this crap?” Boycotting among the sportswashing lasting almost 1½ weeks, I relented to watch England beat Wales.  Dullness joined by nasty stuff falling out of the sky Wednesday 30th, Phil thought we were going to The City. “No way! It’s too horrid and I’m knackered from sorting the freezer.”  He played with polystyrene packaging and I repurposed it as makeshift insulation against the coldest walls.  Keir inexplicably led PMQs on private school donations and blocking new homes.  Rishi replied they were aspirational and wittered about labour joining picket lines.  Keir went on, every week, the PM handed money to those who didn’t need it, buckled under pressure, and got weaker.  Rishi countered he had the same old labour ideas, with more debt, strikes and migration, and was laughed at mentioning control of borders.  Ian Blackford wished all a happy St. Andrews Day and 56% polled by YouGov saying it was wrong to leave Europe, fumed about a bill to rip up EU laws racing through, labour trying to outrun tories on Brexit the bugbear of Scottish independence.

At 741, homeless deaths in 2021 reverted to pre-pandemic levels.  Immensa’s Wolverhampton lab incorrectly gave 39,000 negative covid results September/October 2021.  UKHSA estimated this led to an extra 55,000 infections, 680 hospitalisations and 23 deaths.  No immunity and toddlers good at spreading germs, kiddie flu rose 70%.  Parents were urged to get them nasal vaccines.  China’s zero-covid policy may have led to few fatalities and more growth (at least ‘til this year), but hampering rescues, 10 died in an Urumqi flat fire Thursday.  Demos across the country over the weekend, BBC cameraman Ed Lawrence was beaten and arrested during a clampdown Monday.  Chinese authorities said he didn’t show his press pass and it was for his own safety so he didn’t catch covid off the masses.  UK media described protestors as brave, unlike our own, who were nutters!  The Met assuring Londoners they were ready to deal with disruption in the yuletide run-up, Just Stop Oil marched round Trafalgar Square stopping commuters getting to the station.  German and English scientists grew a coronavirus in a lab to watch it mutate and American boffins made a universal flu vaccine to blunt the impact of future pandemics.  Lecanemab, a new early Alzheimer’s treatment, attacked beta amyloid (sticky gunge build-up in the brain).  Costing tens of thousands a pop, it was hailed as a momentous breakthrough.  Liam Smith was found shot and covered in acid in Shevington, Wigan.  Triggering a health alert, the GMP later told the public there was no risk.  Using the Vaccine Taskforce blueprint, Rishi announced £113m for 4 research ‘missions’: cancer, obesity, mental health and addiction.  He then told Mansion House he wished to develop the ‘quality and depth of partnerships with like-minded countries’ (USA, Israel, Gulf and Commonwealth states, but not the EU!)

Blast Furnace Blast

The Warm Homes Prescription Pilot launched December 2021, was extended for patients who got sicker in the cold.  Redcar blast furnace was blown up live on BBC Breakfast, making way for a freeport.  National Grid immediately cancelled blackout warnings.  RAC finding retailers not passing on lower petrol costs, Grant Shatts asked supermarkets to cheapen it.  Peter Smith of NEA was ‘disturbed’ utility direct debits went up when customers made huge efforts to reduce use.

E.On admitted it’d be a year ‘til economies were reflected in bills.  Food inflation now 12.4%, (14.3% for fresh food), 3 in 10 single parents skipped meals to feed their kids, 3 in 5 students cut back and Oxfam found 35% spent less on Christmas gifts.  Cheddar sales falling by £31m, Richard Clothier of Wyke Cheese was ‘extremely worried’.  A shortfall of 1m turkeys, 1,840 domestic chickens were abandoned – why not stick them in the freezer to roast?  Diggle Village Association defended spending £1,450 installing a tiny living firtree as it worked out cheaper than buying one a year.

GMB said few toilet breaks at Amazon’s new ‘fulfilment centre’ in Wakefield, caused stress to 1,000 workers.  No buyer found, Martin Wilkinson Jewellers in Mansfield, likely the oldest in the UK at 228, would shut.  According to Link, 114 HSBC branch closures made the total 600.  100 jobs lost and customers forsaken, Unite’s Dom Hook railed, without corporate social responsibility requiring banks to stay on the high street helping the elderly and vulnerable, access to cash and banking would be lost forever.  The union were disappointed ambulance staff at only 8 trusts voted to strike.  During the latest CWU action, Dave Ward claimed an out-of-depth Royal Mail CE Simon Thompson, not interested in providing a universal postal service, was destroying it.  8% of Avanti and 5.8% TPE trains cancelled on non-strike days, en route to see 5 northern mayors, Mark Harper harped on about modernisation and sorting out the row.  Mayors said the meeting was constructive but they needed investment, not warm words.  After 2 weeks of talks, the Rail Delivery Group said real progress was made.  Not hearing the desired proposals, the RMT announced four 48-hour strikes December-January plus overtime bans over the festive period.  Lynch blamed ‘the dead hand of government’ and The Sun headlined ‘The Lynch Who Stole Christmas’.  Lynch met Harper Thursday, who said there was ‘common ground’.  Scottish teachers and English lecturers walked out.  Formal negotiations ongoing in Scotland, Westminster rejected them, so the first 2 NHS strike days were announced as 15th & 20th December.  Bestfood (owned by Tesco and Booker) workers in Burger King, KFC, Pizza Hut, Wagamama, Zizzi and Pizza Express, were balloted.  National Coalmining Museum staff accepted a new pay offer, meaning no more strikes after one in October (another hidden dispute!)

Net migration a record ½m, more EU nationals left but 509,000 others included Ukrainians and Hongkongers on bespoke visas, and students.  Downing Street declined to give a timespan on reducing numbers.  After an inmate died in hospital, Manston processing centre was emptied and detainees moved to hotels across the country.  40,000 living in hotels, HO compulsorily moved others out.  PS Matt Rycroft couldn’t tell the home affairs select committee if paying Rwanda £140m was good value. Blaming migrants and traffickers, Swellen admitted they’d lost control of borders and vowed to make ‘sustainable changes’ with 3 decisions per worker per week by next year – currently 0.6 a week, it wasn’t feasible.  Unable to describe legal routes, she stammered that if you arrived in the UK you could apply for asylum.  Having to step in, Matt said people could apply to UNCHR but this option wasn’t available in all countries.  Coop spluttered that an out-of-depth Swellen didn’t even know her own policies.  Harem Ahmad Abwbaker was arrested for 27 channel drownings November 2021.  The Marine Accident Investigation Branch found they’d reached UK waters.  3 stowaways from Nigeria were discovered on a ship’s rudder in The Canaries.

After beating Argentina at the World Cup, Saudi Arabia declared a national holiday.  The favourites were out by the end of week.  About to play Japan, the German team covered their mouths to signify they’d been silenced.  Home-nation Qatar were eliminated, Iran were booed singing their national anthem, but after goalie Wayne Henderson got the first red card of the tournament, beat Wales.  World Cup chief Hassan al-Thawali estimated 500 workers died building stadia.  Officially 3, we’d never know the real figure.  Round-the-clock efforts reconnected 80% of Ukraine to essential water, electricity and heating.  Olena Zelenska got a standing ovation as she thanked the UK parliament for support and asked them to lead a special tribunal.  The EU wanted the UN to head the tribunal.  Stewart Rhodes of right-wing Oath Keepers was convicted of sedition for the Washington Capitol attack 6th Jan 2021.  A Walmart manager killed 7 colleagues and himself in Chesapeake, Florida.

Christine McVie of Fleetwood Mac and Wilko Johnson died, for real this time.  Irene Cara known for singing ‘I’m Gonna Live Forever’, didn’t.  In UK census results, only 41% of Leicesterians identified as white.  Christians a minority for the first time, more people had no religion, and an extra 1m were Moslem.  A fungi project found rare species in fields at The Crags.  A 3rd-5th century Roman villa complete with ash in the fireplace and mosaics depicting Homer’s Iliad, was unearthed in a Rutland field.  Resembling Toy Town on a bigger scale, York traders complained the St Nicholas fair took their business away.  We noted the Christmas market mark-up.  A car drove through Kake temptations’ window in Batley.  The driver really needed cake!

*Permacrisis – an extended period of instability and insecurity

**HMICFRS – His Majesty’s Inspectorate of Constabulary and Fire & Rescue Services

References:

i. My Cool Places blog: Hepdene Rose | Cool Places – Our Back Yard (wordpress.com)

ii. Brexit Island: Brexit Island – Home | Facebook

Part 106 – Clownfall

“Too many people are losing the battle to keep a roof over their heads – struggling to pay rent and put food in their mouths…the next Prime Minister needs to get a grip on this crisis, and fast” (Polly Neate)

Liar, Liar!

Haiga – Disrupter

July 1st, I managed a full day out of bed, hung washing in sunshine and nipped in the art shop for an open studios brochure on the way to the co-op.  As I danced in the aisles to ‘The Chelsea Song’*, someone said “nice moves, Mary!”  I turned and smiled before recognising Bully Ex-neighbour.  That was the end of blanking her, then!  A rain shower eased as I walked back alongside Irish Neighbour who predicted it’d stop altogether when we got home.  Alas, it didn’t.  As it got wetter, Phil dashed out to fetch the laundry.  Sun returning, I started to peg it back, but darkening skies made me abandon the idea.  The Widower chatted to The Woman Next Door.  His unleashed dog roamed the street, weed near our door and jumped up to plant 2 matching muddy paw prints on my light summer jeans.  The Widower apologised and offered to wash them.  I said it was okay, then went in to rant and soak the jeans.

ONS estimated covid went up another 32%, with 1:35 infected in Yorkshire and 1:25 in Calderdale.  Prof Linda Bauld blamed holidaymakers returning from Portugal.  Shats unveiled a 22 point plan for air flights.  Scottish cops withdrew ‘goodwill’.  The work to rule was triggered by a ‘derisory’ offer of £564 extra pay.

Waking early with a cough Saturday, I sucked a pastille and fell back asleep.  Both tired, we stayed in.  Phil cut my hair and tackled the greasy kitchen then rested while I cleaned floors and went to the co-op for beer.  Bantering with My Mate at the kiosk, a woman randomly mentioned Crackerjack.  “It’s Friday, it’s 5 to 5…” I quoted. “Oops! I’m showing my age. I know I don’t look it!”  Hitherto cloudy, I strolled back in the gorgeous evening and stopped to chat with German Friend warming in sunshine outside her house.  Her next-door’s makeshift patio an improvement on the caravan, I desisted in calling it a bit gammon when she said they were nice neighbours.  Bemoaning a lack of parking space, set to worsen with the mill development, she planned to bring it up at their upcoming street party.  Wondering what good that would do, Phil agreed the fallacy it was a private street gave them delusions of authority!  The Woman Next Door had parked in the middle of our street.  When End Neighbour arrived, I banged on next door and faked fear of being run over as she backed up.  The Widower similarly struggled to park then discovered he’d brought the wrong keys out and had to enter a daft code to get spares from a box.  I stayed out to soak up rays, swept cobwebs off the window and lopped the rosebush to prevent eye pokes.

Arriva bus services resumed during talks but the strike was back on a week later.  1,000 confirmed cases, mostly in London, Pride revellers were told to stay home if they had monkeypox symptoms and vaccine was offered to contacts.

Quorn sausage instead of meat Sunday, felt like a treat.  That mightn’t last as farmers losing £30 per pig threatened to stop production.  Phil said “The government can’t admit Brexit’s a mess and there’s no money coming in through trade.” “What about VAT? If they don’t do something, it’ll be more costly when we all die of malnutrition!”  Bunman reckoned this was more of a health risk than the pandemic.

Bikers and Motley Folk

Phil having no luck job-hunting, I proposed offering IT skills to artists.  Open Studios a good place to start, we visited the main venues.  In the first, a woman created charming bird paintings and inspiring collages.  Phil offered to take photos of her pictures so she could sell prints online.  Mysteriously seeing nobody we knew in the next studio, we climbed steep steps to the upper art mill floors where Photography Friend chuckled: “About time you showed up!”  We discussed selling her greetings cards online and the trials of videoing.  Browsing jewellery, I was greeted by the silversmith who turned out to be End Neighbour’s daughter.

After visiting a couple of charity shops, we crossed a square busy with bikers and other motley folk to get pop, and supped it near the wavy steps.  Lads built a fort on duck island, a boy disgustingly picked up birdseed to hand-feed pigeons, and a misfit black and white mallard mixed with waterfowl until a dog splashed into the water.

It emerged Boris used a government jet to holiday in Cornwall last month.  An ill-briefed Thérèse Coffee-Cup was wheeled out to parrot Number 10 press office lines.  Most covid infections caused by the BA.5 Omicron subvariant, Thicko Dr. Jenny Harries resurrected the old ‘hands, face, space’ mantra, advised face-masks in busy indoor places and those with respiratory illnesses stayed home.  As Russia took control of Lysychansk and accused Ukraine of missile strikes on Belgorod, Gen Mark Milley made parallels between Russian invasions and Nazi Germany but NATO stronger than ever, didn’t think we were on the road to war.  Lord Brownnose allegedly got his knighthood for rescuing Bonny Prince Charlie’s daft Dumfries eco homes plan.

Iffy with twinges Monday, I resolved to not stay abed, posted a haiga, drafted blogs, and went to the co-op.  The Bonkers woman fretted with a friend over what she could afford for tea.  Things were bad if the middle classes were worried!  I eschewed pricey items for a low-cost top-up.  The young cashier very fast, I asked did he work at Lidl before? “No, kitchens.”  I dumped bags near the front door, filled the watering can from the outside tap and jumped at a “Hello Mary.”  I hadn’t seen The Woman Next Door on her doorstep.  It was hard to keep a straight face as she held a bonger in one hand and traced circles round her face with a tuning fork in the other.  Phil guessed it was some zen shit.  DIY tuning fork therapy, actually.  He was in stiches at a woman on Look North who clearly bought her furnishings from Noir: “And look at that gammon tan!”  Thinking he said ‘Gammantine’, I asked if that was a new décor style.

Having said they had no evidence, the BBC admitted 6 complaints against DJ Tim Westwood who police spoke to once.  Downing Street stated that aware of ‘reports and speculation’, Boris referred to the ex-whip as ‘Pincher by name, Pincher by nature’, but didn’t know of any substantiated allegations.  The National Gallery was evacuated when Just Stop Oil protesters superimposed an apocalyptic future vision onto Constable’s Haywain and glued themselves to the frame.  The next day, they augmented The Last Supper at the Royal Academy.  Motorists staged country-wide motorway go-slows.  Yorkshire cops deployed stingers and chilled-out Bristol cops provided an escort, but arrested 12 for blocking the Prince of Wales Bridge.  Due to local food costs, school caterers switched from chicken to turkey and beef to gammon, largely imported.  No fuel for teachers, Sri Lanka extended school closures another week.  Suspecting bird flu killed chicks on the Farne Isles, NT banned boat trips.  6 were massacred and 36 injured during a Chicago Independence Day parade.  Culprit and wannabee rapper Robert E. Crimo III posted cartoons of himself doing the shooting.

Waking frequently, I ended up oversleeping Tuesday.  Phil sorted stuff still in bags from Leeds and gave me a posh ruler for to-scale measuring: handy for all that model-building I did!  Feeling sleepy, I quit writing for active chores to be stymied by him nabbing the hoover.

Wage growth below inflation, The Resolution Foundation warned 1:4 people’s savings wouldn’t last a month if they lost their job.  Lynch told the RMT conference the current strike was the fight of a lifetime.  Offered 6%, Bosch Rexworth factory workers in Fife walked out.  High street coffee almost £3 a cup, Pret a Manger returned to profit.  Hundreds of BA flights cancelled, EasyJet COO Peter Bellew quit over chaos.  40% of travel insurance policies gave insufficient strike or covid cover.  At 7.00 a.m., former top FCO civil servant Lord Simon McDonald, published a letter telling Kathryn Stone Boris knew about The Pincher in 2019, belying claims allegations were ‘unsubstantiated’.  It was news to ex-foreign minister Rabid Raab.  Boris blathered to Chris Mason it was a mistake to make The Pincher a whip.  Barely sensical, he ‘tried to explain’ he was ‘focused on other things’.  Yeah! Saving your own skin!  MPs in constituencies over the weekend asked how many boys they’d touched up and ministers sick of looking stupid fire-fighting for their boss, Rishi and Goblin Saj resigned early evening.  The Goblin said: “I can no longer, in good conscience, continue to serve in this government.”  Rishi wrote: “The public rightly expect government to be conducted properly, competently and seriously.”  Nads Zahawi hilariously became Chancellor on the spot.  Tarzan Heseltine told Newsnight it was the end.  Instrumental in ousting Thatcher, he should know.  12 overnight resignations included solicitor general Alex Chalk.  Boris predictably phoned Vlod.

Again up late Wednesday, I worked on the journal and watched PMQs.  Keir said promoting The Pincher despite known predatory behaviour was serious; the PM handed him power and was propped up by a party defending the indefensible.  A ‘charge of the very light brigade’, we needed rid of the ‘zed list cast of nodding dogs’.  Boris reiterated labour had no plan, rudely pointed at the shadow cabinet and disbelieved Keir’s vow to not re-join the EU against the will of the people which had incensed Guardianistas.  Ian Blackford guffawed at Boris’ hope of 3 terms in office: “If a week is a long time in politics, 10 days is a lifetime.”  Instead of discussing the cost of living and Brexit, as usual, it was all about Boris.  Rather than the Monty Python Black Knight, he was the dead parrot.  Liz Saville said as the PM always put his political survival before the country’s interests, he was the best recruitment sergeant for independence they could wish for.  Tory backbenchers on the attack, was it time to do the decent thing and resign?  Lindsay Hoyle told applauding MPs they should be ashamed.  Delivering a resignation statement, Goblin Saj said he wasn’t one of life’s quitters, cared deeply about public service, it was a privilege to be trusted in a tough role, nothing mattered more than people’s health, and paid tribute to all in health and social care motivated by the national interest.  But they couldn’t allow division to become entrenched, treading a tightrope between loyalty and integrity was now impossible and it was unfair to be made to defend ‘lies’.  He’d given the benefit of the doubt over Partygate but enough was enough, problems started at the top, that wouldn’t change, and the choice to stay in the cabinet was an active decision.

Phil headed for Leeds and I for errands in nasty drizzle, getting inflated cough sweets and PJs, £1 crop pants to use for patches on worn-out ones, and DVDs in charity shops.  I stopped to reminisce with New Gran and Partner babysitting outside Corner Pub about when it resembled an after-school club.

The RCN said the end of special NHS covid leave showed how little the government cared about staff.  Hospitals re-introduced mask-wearing.  Unaware it’d gone away, did it explain last months’ dream?  On the day of the NI threshold rise, the pound dropped against the dollar.  38 resignations by teatime the most within 24 hours in history, a cabinet delegation plus Graham Brady, waited to tell the PM time was up, as he told the public liaison committee he was getting on with governing the country.  Refusing to go, he called the Glove-Puppet a snake and sacked him.  Reporters stood in Downing Street battling chants of ‘Boris out!’

On the market Thursday, a customer discussed lobsters with the fishmonger.  ”What about langoustines?” I asked, to get a tirade about the only Fleetwood trawler being foreign-owned.  I didn’t ask did he vote Brexit!  I continued onto the co-op after lunch, gardened in warm sun when Walking Friend came by on her way to town and invited me for a drink.  She sat on the bench while I cleared up and The Widower walked his shorn dog past.  “Has she had a haircut?”  In reply, he removed his hat to display a buzzcut. “That’s dramatic!”  I waited outside the pet shop then in a seething square while she erranded.  Cafés shutting, I consented to Corner Pub where New Gran and Partner promptly left.  “Typical! The one time I’m stopping!” I joked.  Walking Friend bought us pints and herself a nibble.  Saying she often sat home alone when not working or walking, I invited her for coffee anytime.  We’d left Phil doing a work for Alexa.  I texted ‘3 guesses’ to which he replied: ‘I only need 1!’  When he arrived, she insisted on buying another round while he ate her congealed garlic bread and made friends with a dog.  Behind on the drinking, he wanted another pint, then got hungry.  Her bus due, we bade thanks and goodbye.  Drowsy after the beer, sleep eluded me until tinnitus suddenly stopped and the world went quiet.

Reporters had reason to stand in Downing Street for once.  After a tsunami of 60 government resignations, Boris finally quit, as party leader, not PM.  Deflecting blame onto his colleagues, he hastily reshuffled cabinet into a ‘caretaker government’, promising no ‘major change of direction’ ‘til election of a new leader.  Phil remarked on the typical Britishness of The Pincher being the final straw after a tsunami of lies!  Andrea Jenkyns gave the finger on her way to become education minister.  “What a great example to young people!” I exclaimed. “It’s like a corrupt government of a loser country. They all need shoving against the wall!”  John Major said the PM should go immediately and Keir threatened a confidence vote if he didn’t. Leadership contenders reaching 11 within days, Boris didn’t endorse any in case it scuppered their chances.  Vlod sad, the EU were glad and hoped to ‘reset’ the relationship with the UK.  NCA arrested people-traffickers and seized dinghies and paraphernalia from warehouses across Europe.  Foreigners allowed at Hajj for the first time in 2 years, 1 million selected by lottery had to be under 65, vaccinated and test negative for covid.  Former Japanese PM Shinzo Abe was assassinated while campaigning and Rollerball legend James Khan died.

Erase and Rewind?

Haiga – Atmospherics

A knock on the door Friday signalled Walking Friend dropping off a promised item.  She asked was I alright after the pub.  “Yes and no; it was lovely but there was loads of stuff I didn’t get done.” “I know. We’ll plan it next time.”  Intending to go for a walk after I‘d draft-posted the journal, it was rather late and I still felt tired.  Instead, I raked leaves and helped Phil rescue confused bees.  Among the comings and goings, Decorating Neighbour asked if we knew anything about End Neighbour.  Meant to be holidaying, she had covid.  “I’ve no idea. Her daughter said nothing when we saw her Sunday”  After drinking rather a lot of wine, I slept reasonably well and had a long episodic dream involving weird office-related crap.

NatWest staff on under £32,000 offered a 4% rise, Unite said it was better than a one-off payment.  Oil prices up again, wind power was the cheapest ever.  Keir and Rayner were cleared of breaking covid laws during beergate.  Gammons whinged about woke Durham cops.  Yep, just like Bristol!

Woken by mild leg cramp and loud talking outside, I rose drowsily Saturday.  Making brekkie stressful in a cluttered kitchen even though I’d washed up Friday night, I wondered where the hell it all came from?  Phil related a mildly racist joke (actually tweeted by Alistair Campbell in April): An Englishman, an American and an Indian walk into a bar. The barman says, ‘the usual Mr. Sunak?’  Putting recycling out, Welsh Art Friend was collecting the baby from young neighbours’ house for an outing.  A recent operation explained her absence from Open Studios but she was recovering well.  Other artists we’d expected to see all had covid apparently.  We got lucky there after all the art events we’d attended recently!  She offered to put fliers up to promote Phil’s IT services when we got round to doing them.  A bit of a breeze made the warmth bearable enough to repeat my birthday walk during which we admired bright skies and blooms, ate pasties at the farm shop and gathered a few wimberries (see Cool Placesii).

Hardly any breeze, Sunday became hot.  Suffering dodgy guts, I wondered was it caused by the beer?  The cheap bacon tasty but 2 rashers short of a weekend, Phil said it sounded like I’d devised an expression.  Not the first neologism we’d invented.  The laptop proclaimed no internet.  I waited ages to send birthday greetings to a cousin, edit photos and write a haiga.  On the way back from the co-op, a couple of women on the street below who’d put water out for geese, were surrounded.  “You’ll never get rid of them now!” I chuckled.  Sitting on the garden bench, I saw a plate of mushrooms in front of the mini-greenhouse and asked The Woman Next Door on her step were they hers?  “Yes.” “What are they doing there?” “Drying.” “Well, I need access and they’re not in the sun.”  She moved them to her wall.  The way clear, I checked the celery to discover munched leaves and placed shards round the stalks to put the slugs off.  It didn’t.  Phil brought ancient chilli seeds out to pot and helped clear up.  A strange man laden with eggs and berries, visited The Woman Next Door.  He’d parked in the middle of street but guided him into a space before they went out.  “Who’s that?” asked Phil. “How the hell should I know?”  Seeing him early the next day, I speculated it was a boyfriend.  We ate lunch outside, dozed, and moved from shade to sun but still hot at 6, retreated indoors.  Exhausted, I wrestled with sleep in the hot, bright night and got up to gaze at stars, minimise the light, then tossed and turned to the meditation soundtrack.

On Politics North, new Levelling Up minister Lia Nici repeated the misogynistic slur that Rayner opened her legs in The House, leading to a row with Naz Shah.  Widely condemned, why hadn’t the presenter called Nasty Nici out on the spot?  Anticipating summer travel chaos, Operation Brock restarted in Kent.  After an interminable 2 weeks, Novax won the tennis.

Already sunny at 6.30 a.m. Monday, I opened the bathroom window to let a bug out and went back to bed.  interrupted my writing for a counter-signature on his high street store contract.  Assuring me scribing with the laptop touchpad was easy, my signature came out as a worse scrawl than usual!  We had better luck using the ipad.  I performed niggly chores, greeted Next Door and Strange Man and suppressed annoyance at a lack of help (Monday was often busy for Phil too).  Assembling various materials to clean a kitchen chair outside, whatever I tried, the blotches kept re-appearing.  Phil had a go during a break in google work but it looked worse than ever.  I decided the posh paint had gone funny, found nothing suitable in the coal-hole, searched fruitlessly online for new, and said I’d try locally.  Falling asleep outside during the longest heatwave for 50 years, I showered and rested on the bed.   Although muggy, I slept well that night.

Scotrail drivers agreed on 5% but Aslef voted for summer strikes.  A 24 hour Post Office strike with more predicted, bosses whinged they lost £1m a day due to bad relations.  Migrants carried a dinghy across a French beach and 442 later arrived in Kent.  Sick of criticism for providing a taxi service, the navy didn’t want to take the lead in dealing with channel crossings.  A covid lockdown shut all casinos in the Chinese gambling enclave of Macau.  The 1922 committee drew up leadership race rules.  Candidates needed the backing of 20 MPs and there’d be a new PM by 5th September.  Steve Barclay, tory party favourite Ben Wally, Goblin Saj (amidst tax evasion allegations), Grant Shats and unheard-of Rehman Chisti, dropped out, leaving 8 in the race Tuesday: Rishi Rich (releasing slick video Friday), Trussed-Up Liz, Tom Tughat, Penny Mordar (who withdrew her video when Johnny Peacock objected to inclusion), Kemi Babadook (who wanted to abolish teaching assistants because proles didn’t need educating), Swellen (saying she’d cut taxes as there were too many able people on benefits), The C**t and Nads Zahawi (amid yet more scandal).

Overcast but still warm, writing was hard Tuesday.  As head fug and achy eyes set in, I called a halt and went to town for errands and a boogie to radio 2 in the convenience store.  Two women queuing in front of me also jigged, remarking we didn’t go out dancing anymore.  Heading for what used to be the paint shop, I realised it was now an Asian food store.  I thought the fresh air would be invigorating but possibly due to mugginess, my head drooped as I plodded home.  Noisy all day, canal works finally packed in for 10 mins peace.  I measured the crop pants, cut material off the legs and made PJ patches.  Still fatigued, as the sun emerged early evening, we nipped outside for some vit. D and midge bites!

Every ambulance service on red alert, trusts declared a state of emergency due to covid admissions and the heatwave.  Meanwhile, Queenie awarded the NHS the George Cross.  May Parsons who administered the first covid jab, was among representatives from all 4 UK nations.  Heathrow told airlines to ‘stop selling summer tickets’.  Now lasting until 11th September, no wonder we could never find cheap deals anymore.  Mo Farah was praised for revealing he wasn’t a child refugee but a trafficked domestic slave.  The home office graciously announced they’d take no action but would investigate.  £1 now worth $1.19, the Euro fell to just below $1.  The war was blamed.  NASA showcased cosmic pictures by the James Webb space telescope.  The next day, the Chinese said they’d detected a FRB** like a heartbeat, in space.

Wednesday, Phil had an appointment for someone to collect his Leeds studio fridge.  I made him a bottle of pop to take and myself coffee and watched shenanigans.  On Daily Politics, Tony Danker, CBI wanted less business tax and Heather WTF Whately came out with the same old rubbish: ’I love Rishi!’  Pandemonium at the start of PMQs, Lindsay Hoyle shouted: ‘shut up! order, order!’  Alba MPs Neale Hanvey and Kenny Macaskill were marched out of the chamber to murmurs of insurrection.  Keir suggested a demob happy PM free of shackles, could say what he truly thought and forget about following the rules, so was it time to scrap non-dom status?  Boris not changing his response, Keir went onto a ‘simpler question’ concerning offshore schemes letting people avoid tax.  The Bumbler bizarrely responded any of the leadership candidates could wipe the floor with ‘captain crasherooney snoozefest‘.  What was the clown on?  Keir persisting on the tories benefiting from tax scams, Boris spouted lies about tax and benefits to a line of nodding dogs on the front bench wearing white and green Srebrenica flowers.  Ian Blackford boringly made no jokes.

Warmth tempered by a breeze, I ate lunch outside, cleaned under the garden bench and chatted to a woman walking her elderly cat.  Interminable beeping stopped just in time for a rest.  Considering going outside again, Phil’s head loomed at the window.  I opened the door and replenished the coffee.  He followed me to the kitchen, doing my head in jabbering excitedly about his new mate and using the music studio for his photography.  About to work on the journal, he asked for assistance making videos for a google work, set up a white screen, screwed his phone on a large tripod and taught me how to record.  Quick when it worked, a faff when it didn’t, we called a halt for dinner.

Bereaved families called 200,000 covid deaths ‘a damning milestone’.  Resolution Foundation found the richest 10% of Brits owned 29% of disposable income.  Only Greece and Cyprus had worse economic deterioration.  BOE told banks to double the buffer in case of hardship.  Wetherspoons lost £30m – nowt to do with Brexit, eh Tim!  The SCE monster was installed in an old lido on Weston beach as part of Unboxed.  Formerly known as the Festival of Brexit, there was no mention of Brexit!  An extreme weather warning extended to next Tuesday, the army set fire to Salisbury Plain, competing with French and Iberian wildfires.  Official buildings and posh homes invaded, instead of resigning, the Sri Lankan president fled, appointed the PM acting president, declared a state of emergency, and a curfew in the western region encompassing Colombo.  Protestors then overtook the PM’s compound as grim-faced police fired tear gas and water cannons.  The gold walls of a politician interviewed on Newsnight looked pricey enough to cover the national debt.  A French inquiry concluded Liverpool fans weren’t to blame for the Paris match debacle 28th May.

Blooming Buddleia

In the co-op Thursday, a few extras brought me above budget but I got free redcurrants from the community garden wall and saw a ringed butterfly for the first time.  Storing groceries, I noticed we were low on essentials which I should’ve bought instead of luxuries.  Irked by another Windows update leading to lack of productiveness and being indoors on a sunny afternoon, I announced I was going to the park.

Descending the steps reminded Phil he’d seen geese ascend the previous evening.  I thought they used the zebra crossing!  Today, they were all on the church lawn.  We walked along the blooming towpath, where even the island below the aqueduct was festooned.  The park busy after school, we bought café ice creams and squatted on stools to munch and watch an entourage of kids pursuing cyclists dressed as sloths.  AS they packed up, I discovered they were advertising for festival work.  Taking a long route home, we stopped to admire a buddleia when an old art classmate walked by.  She stopped to chat further up.  Back home, we took coffee outside and Phil fixed pegs while I faffed with a rickety folding chair before extricating broken pots from overgrown ivy.  Next Door But One put currants on Next Door’s folding table, explaining the mystery.  The Woman Next Door told me about the new age therapy stuff she was studying and the value of ‘precious’ wimberries and came to look at a frog on the edge of the open compost bin.  I called Phil to do a rescue but it disappeared in the ivy.

Hit the Ground

Haiga – Sky Dancer

Having given up the night before, editing photos and blogging was thankfully faster Friday.  As I prepared to clean the bathroom, Phil nabbed the hoover for the attic.  Sick of tripping over photography gear, I offered to help sort the clutter but he insisted on doing some cleaning first.  Dumping dead flowers in warm drizzle (did that count as rain on St Swithin’s?), the sun came out when I went back in.

1:18 infected, JCVI advised autumn boosters be offered to the clinically vulnerable, health & care workers and the over 50’s.  About time!  A TUC study revealed the UK had the worst ‘real wage squeeze’ of all G7 countries.  Unite’s Sharon Graham said employers making huge profits must pay workers more.  On the first televised tory leadership debate, Tom Tughat was the only one who agreed Boris wasn’t honest.  The others evaded the question.  Asked did they trust politicians, not one audience member raised a hand.  Not from Bury market then!  Accused of lying over self-ID by Babadook, Mordor got in a muddle.  Only capable of working from script, she proved to be quite thick beneath the veneer, supporting  Lord Frosty’s claim she was useless!  A red ‘extreme heat’ weather warning prompted Downing Street to declare a national emergency for next week.  Phil snorted: “this country is lame!”

He got to the kitchen after I’d broken my Saturday brekkie egg and commented cooking eggs was quick.  Yeah, when someone else has done all the work! I thought.  Warm sun tempered by  a breeze, we went on a foraging walk before the dangerous red heat arrived.  Popping in the co-op, we stalked the aisles for 3 for 2 snack food which had moved.  My Mate at the kiosk said something derogatory about an old man who always wore cowboy gear.  “Be nice!” I admonished and let him serve The Cowboy first before he whinged about the coming heatwave.  “Are you working? It’s cool in here.”  “Yes but it’s getting here.”  We ascended fields to a lane lined with wimberry shrubs, picked, munched pastries and admired views before discovering an easier way down (See Cool Placesii).  Recovering from the exertions, Phil complained he was too hot.  “What do you expect?” I admonished, “You don’t drink water or wear a hat or shades.”

An effort to get going Sunday, I composed a haiga and improvised redcurrant relish.  Phil sorted attic stuff.  Allegedly still too cluttered for me to go up, I helped dispose of boxes.  Cooler and cloudy to start, he reiterated the red heat warning was a load of pants but it became fiercely sunny in the afternoon.  We ate lunch al fresco and stayed out a couple of hours, avoiding buzzing bees.  An old art teacher came past with his dog.  He’d semi-retired and passed on event co-ordination to The Printer, and admin to Welsh Art Friend.  As he knew them both, it was definitely worth Phil sticking up fliers.

Boris accused of partying and going up in an RAF tornado instead of chairing cobra meetings, Rayner said he should step down now.  The home office select committee found the Rwanda ploy no deterrent.  Labour shortages predicted to cost the economy £30bn a year, there were calls to reset Brexit.  How did that work?  2 billion vaccinated, covid cases rose in India to a 4-month high of 20,528.  The second leadership debate on ITV an hour of in-fighting, the third due to air on Sky was cancelled when Rishi Rich and Trussed-Up declined to take part.  10 armed robbers raided the Apple store in Covent Garden.

After an unusually good night’s sleep, I donned minimal clothing Monday, did small chores, saved dumped items near the recycling and undrunk tea (very nice with ice and lemon on the very hot day), and posted the haiga.  The co-op top-up cheap, My Mate was keeping cool but feared travelling home.  Phil interrupted my afternoon writing by melodramatically declaring a sink blockage.  Fizzing the crud of limited effect, a plunger worked marvellously.  Still boiling after a cold shower, resting was impossible but it was comfortable enough to sit out by 7.  I asked The Widower how he was faring.  Okay so far, he dreaded grandchild’s grad ceremony in Manchester the next day.

ONS data showed when 9.4% inflation was taken into account, pay fell the fastest March-May since records began.  Wages grew in the public sector by only 1.5% as opposed to 7.2% in the private sector.  Public sector pay offers between 4 and 5%, and no extra cash for the NHS, doctors, dentists and cops would get the most.  The labour motion rejected as it would’ve forced tories to state they had confidence in Boris to avoid a general election, the government won another, strangely brought by themselves.  Boris accused Keir and ‘the deep state’ of plotting to reverse Brexit.  What conspiracy site had he been on?  Keir said the delusion was never-ending.  On the 10th day of temperatures above 400C, forest fires surrounded a train in Zamora, Spain.  The UK heatwave brought record highs to Wales, slower trains on buckled rails, car breakdowns, power cuts, grounded RAF jets at Brize Norton and planes at Luton due to a ‘heat incident’ (aka melting tarmac).  The ‘common sense’ brigade on Jeremy Vine joined by Charlie Mullet from his Spanish villa, guffawed at TUC advice to work from home.  Notts cop chief Caroline Henry was banned from driving.  Vlod sacked 60 alleged spies from the Ukrainian security service and SBU.

25.90C overnight on Emley Moor, Tuesday started hot.  Glare making computer work hard, I climbed step ladders to tape a space blanket over the window.  Ineffective, Phil’s reflector worked better.  A sirocco-type wind hit me as I opened the door; so scorching I needed a hat to put washing out!  It was bone-dry by early afternoon.  Phil stood in the full-on heat then sat on the bench and played plinky holiday music on his phone while I squatted on the doorstep enjoying a breeze on my neck until sweating, I retreated indoors.  Phil declared even the shade too hot and pinned up the crops for me to make shorts.  As the sun disappeared, the temperature dropped a few degrees but still warm and oppressive, southern showers freakily evaporated before reaching the ground.

Unsurprisingly, records were smashed all over.  370C here, Bramham recorded 400C, Coningsby, Lincs. 40.3 and Aysgarth Falls ran dry.  Wildfires sparked major incidents in Sheffield and London where the fire service had their busiest day since WW2 and combusted horse poo in a compost heap engulfed houses in Wennington.  Felled overhead powerlines at Peterborough halted East Coast mainline trains.  Shats admitted the network couldn’t cope.  Temperatures in Spain down to 390C, they reached 41 in France.  Tughat was knocked out of the leadership race in the third round of voting and Babadook in the fourth.  At his last cabinet meeting, Boris got a leaving gift of Winston Churchill war books and declared himself great.  Keir called him a ‘bullshitter’.

Having coped with the mega heatwave, hot flushes and sweats woke me at 5 a.m. Wednesday.  It took a while to shake off wooziness.  Contrary to predictions, Boris turned up for the last PMQs before summer jollies.  Confidence in politicians at an all-time low, Kim Leadbeater wanted to know what advice he’d give to his successor?  Boris replied he’d use the next few weeks to drive forward the agenda of uniting and levelling up and that was why they’d win again. Staying on to party and holiday more like!  Keir followed up with another question of trust to which Boris waved his arms like a loon and called labour pointless plastic bollards round roadworks, with no plans of their own while the tories were outlawing wildcat strikes.  Eh? They were already illegal!  After falsely bragging of the ‘fastest economic growth in the G7’, his parting words were ‘hasta la vista, baby’.  Heaven forfend!

Misfit Mallard

Extreme heat over but still warm, we went out for fresh air, unintentionally retraced the Crossings Workshop walk and caught a glimpse of the misfit mallard (See Cool Placesii).

A women’s health strategy intended to address a range of issues with no money.  Shats advised Doncaster council took over Robin Hood airport from Peel Group like in Teesside.  As EDF got the go-ahead to build Sizewell C, five Just Stop Oil protestors who climbed gantries on the M25 were arrested.  Mordor dropped, 160,000 tory members would choose between Rishi and Trussed-Up Liz.  36% aged 50-64 and 39% over 65, a tribe of ageing gammons would decide our next PM.  Trussed-Up said she’d ‘hit the ground’.  If only!

Fine drizzle late evening made for a fresher start Thursday.  Leaden skies presaged fine afternoon sprinkles.  By 5 p.m., it was as dark as winter.  I drafted blogs and headed to the co-op, spotting an old pub mate for the 3rd time in 2 weeks and scored the free trolley.  Fridge failures during the heatwave meant literally not a sausage in the reduced meat section.  I weaved past geese pecking at the odd green shoot amid still-dry moss between cobbles on the street below.  I could only discern the youngers by dark patches on burgeoning wings and a squeak rather than a squawk.  Walking Friend came round as arranged.  We perused the old maps we’d found on a street corner, discussed the heatwave and Phil offered to look at her maintenance issues next week.  She proposed drinks at the community pub afterwards.  When she spotted our wall clock still showed GMT, Phil decided to alter it.  She took her leave and I apologised for being boring.  “You’re not boring.” “Yes we are. Doing domestics!”  Rest impossible with beeping machinery, revving engines and screeching kids, exhaustion, tummy ache and hot flushes made me thoroughly miserable by bedtime, leading to fitful sleep and hazy dreams.

Baroness Harlot promised lessons would be learnt to inform future pandemics, in a ‘fair and robust’ covid inquiry.  Witnesses compelled to submit evidence from September, public hearings would start next spring.  Did she want satirical qualitative data?  Testing positive for covid, Uncle Joe was doing ‘well’ isolated in the White House and taking anti-viral Paxlovid.  State borrowing at an all-time high and consumer Tory leadership contenders focused on the economy.  Rishi concentrated on balancing the books but Trussed-Up promised a different path, saying he and previous chancellors didn’t deliver growth, even though she’d previously endorsed their policies.  Examining her pledges against a backdrop of inflation, low growth and high taxes, IFS found reversing the NI rise, cancelling the planned corporation tax rise and a moratorium on the green energy levy would cost a total of £34bn; (£4bn above current budget targets).  A report by chief inspector of borders and immigration David Neel, said the home office response to the surge in channel crossings was poor, 200 absconded within 4 months of arrival and vulnerable migrants were left at risk in processing centres.  As the government published its critical minerals strategy and gave Pensana £850m from the automotive transformation fund, Kwasi Modo visited the Salt End rare earth plant in Hull.  Netflix lost 970,000 subscribers April-June.  Subs up, maybe they shouldn’t have made their most expensive film ever, The Grey Man, wherein Ryan Gosling globe-trots and wrecks Prague.

Pride Comes Before A Fall

Haiga – Way Off Course

After cold showers all week, we luxuriated in baths Friday.  I blogged while Phil spent an age getting through to Vodaphone.  It was worth the wait to get unlimited texts, calls and data, for less money.  Head fug setting in, I abandoned writing for a spot of housework.  Chilly and darkly grey, fine rain made the crows soggy and us chilly by early evening.

As it was revealed he paid himself via tax haven assets from his hedge fund, Rishi faced more questions over his finances.  Meanwhile, Trussed-Up said being a Lib Dem and supporting remain was a mistake and leaving the EU had been a huge success.  The start of the summer holidays, BA staff offered an 8% rise called off industrial action, an accident on the M20 led to 14-hour queues and The Port of Dover declared a ‘critical incident’.  The French blamed for ‘woefully inadequately resourcing’ 100% checks leading to 4-hour waits to clear customs, they in turn blamed a glitch in the Eurotunnel.  Authorities there said it had nowt to do with it.  The benefits of Brexit, eh, Liz?  An ‘emotional’ Antonio Guterres brokered a deal between Russia and Ukraine to alleviate the grain crisis.  Hours later, Russian missiles hit Odesa.  Ukraine vowed to get the grain out regardless.  Gazprom re-started Nord Stream 2 gas deliveries, at 30% of previous levels.

Saturday morning, I wasn’t sure if vertigo was from moderate drinking, a manifestation of fatigue or illness.  Both flaky, we stayed home watching Midsomer Murders as there was nowt else on telly.  I took recycling out and shared health issues with Decorating Neighbour who sympathised with me.  Better himself, he was back working which was good.  I worked on the new shorts until my fingers became sore from sewing.  After dinner, Phil ran to the shop for tonic, only finding lemonade to go with gin.

A rise of 7% rather than 30%, marked the start of a dip in the latest covid wave.  On BBC Breakfast, Doctors Bauld and Smith told us 1/3 were reinfections.  According to the WHO, subvariants BA.4 and 5 had been rising since June.  Figures released later exposed 810 covid deaths the last week of July, the smallest increase since June.  An Antipodean flu epidemic was unsurprising after their extended lockdowns.

Fine rain interspersed with sun Sunday, I searched for rainbows.  Seeing none, I got knobbly veg and joked with a fellow punter my cabbage would be a good Midsomer Murder weapon: “You could eat the evidence! I watch far too much of them.”  “I’m not judging!” chuckled the young server.  Stopping to redistribute heavy bags on the way home, I risked being run over when an onion rolled behind a reversing car and saw a ‘we are open’ sign at the erstwhile grocers.  Sure I heard voices, Phil went out early evening to be offered a sausage roll by crusty vegans.  Opinions divided on the local Facebook page, some said the squat was earmarked as a café bar or ice cream parlour, and others that disturbed asbestos made it unsafe.

Queuing to enter the Eurotunnel, 600 lorries waited for up to 15 hours.  A fire on Lenham Heath was visible from the M20.  Bill Alexander bravely ploughed a firebreak in a fellow farmer’s spring barley crop to stop the flames getting any further.  Trussed-Up and Rishi Rich (in Grantham) said the Rwanda ploy was a good idea.  Both seeking to emulate Thatcher, albeit from different eras, Keir laughed at ‘Thatcherite Cosplay’.

Still wobbly Monday, I posted a haiga and blocked a heap of American military trolls stacked up in Facebook ‘friend requests’.  Taking rubbish out, the trellis had collapsed again and fell to bits when I picked it up.  I yelled for Phil to do a quick bodge.  Carrying the lunch tray, I tripped and fell forward on the kitchen steps.  Screaming, I managed to keep hold and avoid breakage.  Phil asked if it was a flip-flop related incident. “It’s a first if it is.”  Fuming he hadn’t asked if I was hurt, I said I hated Mondays.  “Why?” “They’re shit! There’s always loads to do and then even more on top of that!” ”I don’t like them either.” “So why are you asking?” “Trying to be helpful.” “Well, its’ not!”  I wiped a splotch off my jeans and rolled the leg up.  Expecting a bruised knee, I found an angry graze which bled when cleaned it.

A health & social care committee workforce report said with over 99,000 vacancies in the NHS and 105,000 in social care, the government failed to plan or take decisive action.  A rise in childhood hepatitis in 35 countries was linked to covid lockdowns as kids hadn’t built up immunity to 2 common viruses.  OBR calculated Brexit cost the economy £50 billion so far.  Still in denial, Brexiteers on Jeremy Vine claimed we already had to get passport stamps when we were in the EU.  Not for France we didn’t!  The C**t said it was revenge for mucking up plans of a united Europe.  As Tory gammons called for Boris to be put on the ballot paper, the BBC staged a head-to-head debate in red wall Stoke.  Rishi criticised Trussed-Up’s idea to delay tax rises by not paying off covid debts for 3 years, as it’d lose them the next election.  Keir seemed to agree, calling Trussed-Up the latest graduate from the school of ‘magic money tree economics’ and pledged a new Industrial Strategy Council to bring economic growth, proving he was just as much a global capitalist as the rest of the wankers.  Confusion over whether this meant they’d ditch nationalisation, shadow ministers Rachel Reeves and Sam Tarry waded in.  Keir later confirmed rail would become public as contracts ran out, but not utilities, as that meant paying compensation, according to We Own It.  If you thought it was bad the Blackpool illumination red Indian display was only just junked, an arcade game allowed players to sit on a horse and shoot them.  Calling it a ‘legacy piece’, it was removed from Weston’s Grand Pier after Emily Crossing complained.   Eurovision 2023 would be staged in the UK.  Quite right, seeing as we should’ve won!

Feeling thoroughly crap and tearful Tuesday, Phil commiserated and agreed HRT might be a good idea.  Menopause symptoms compounded by money worries, it was hard to concentrate and after snapping at him over a daft niggle, I admitted the anger was really about the dire financial situation.  After some harsh words, we managed to calm down to share thoughts and feelings, discuss options, laugh and hug.  Seeing a payment from BG on a bank statement, I checked the energy account to find the small amount was for leccy and DD was slightly reduced, but gas payments were set to treble!  I called and spoke to a barely intelligible man, eventually getting it down to double.  The GP surgery only taking emergency calls in the morning, I rang after lunch and was offered an appointment next week 4 miles away.  I didn’t even know the place!  An ‘embargo’ on local appointments, I asked what did I need to do to get one?  Phone at 8 and ‘pretend’ it’s urgent!  Thinking intense night-time itching was an insect bite, the discomfort extended to other areas which felt hot even though I couldn’t see anything.

The driest summer since 1976 and the driest July since 1836 in the South East, the National Drought Group met urgently and asked customers to use less water to avoid restrictions.  Another head-to-head leaders’ debate on Talk TV was halted when host Kate McCann feinted; or fell into a coma at the sheer inanity of Truss and Rishi!  He later hinted at a U-turn on energy VAT.  IMF growth forecasts were downgraded to 2.9% globally, 1.2% for the Eurozone, 1% in the USA and .5% in the UK because of gas prices and ‘lack of investment in skills and infrastructure’.  Only Russia worse, so much for Boris’ hubris!  As Italy planned to spend an extra £12bn shielding consumers from energy costs, the EU rationed gas.

Hearing a moth waking early Wednesday, I saw no sign of it.  Itchiness persisting, Phil said that was why he never lied about medical urgency in case it came true!  I fetched brekkie and rang the GPs.  19th in the queue, I eventually spoke to a receptionist.  About to book me the last slot at the local surgery, he exclaimed: “Oh, it’s just gone!” and arranged an advice call.  The duty doctor agreed the symptoms may be menopausal but advised blood tests to rule out anything else before considering HRT.  Which of course meant ringing back after 2.  Being told to use antihistamines and cream, I took a pill, applied E45 (of limited help) and caught up on housework.  I helped Phil design a flier for his artist’s services.  “I enjoyed that,” I said. “What?” “Working together on something. Far more constructive than arguing.” “True.”  Walking Friend not replying to a text, I called her to hear strange noises.  About to go up regardless, my mobile rang but there was nothing at the other end.  She then phoned from her landline.  Informed she’d have no internet all day, that evidently meant no service at all.  At her house, me and her chatted while Phil sorted maintenance issues.  She asked if we wanted to go for beer.  Too weary for the pub, instead, we drank freshly-ground espresso and arranged tea at ours followed by a pint Sunday.  Bedtime reading was disturbed by noisy drunkards and a large moth fluttering on the lamp.  The pesky blighter must’ve been there all day!

Spending not tracked and only 2% of international arrivals quarantined having covid, The PAC found it was impossible to know if the traffic lights system was worth £486m of taxpayers’ money.  They also reported that £777m covid testing contracts awarded to Randox didn’t follow basic procedures and officials did nothing to address potential conflicts of interest even though they knew Owen Pattycake had direct contact with The Cock.  Randox called their conclusions ‘deeply flawed and wrong’.  Joining RMT pickets in the latest rail strikes, shadow transport minister Sam Tarry was sacked.  Keir claimed it was over unauthorised media appearances.  Owen Jones spluttered he’d had enough of Waitrose Boy Keir and John McDonnell said it was time for co-ordinated action (aka a national strike).  People incensed at Maccy D price rises, I thought they were far too cheap anyway and we had bigger things to worry about, such as the practice of deducting money from UC payments to pay off debts which the Joseph Rowntree Foundation wanted scrapped.

Let Them Drink Boke!

Knackered and sweaty from cleaning the bedroom Thursday, I was forced to go to the co-op to replenish basics, where the usual foray proved even more stressful and time-consuming as they’d shifted stock and hid gaps with beer and cola – let them drink boke!  The freezer deal costing more than expected, on the way out, I realised it was now 6 items for a fiver.  Only 5 in the cabinet, I returned to the till and was told with carte d’or sold out, I was meant to have 2 Vienetta.  “I’ll take it!”  A palaver ensued of scanning for a refund, then again with the 6 items.  Having seen the window cleaners’ van, I thought ours weren’t due but on slogging home, the house front was dripping.  Phil said they insisted it was our turn.  I raged at the inconvenience and he said I was hangry. 

We ate a hasty lunch, then Walking Friend rang to say she had a problem Sunday.  “Oh. I’ve just bought the stuff.” “I can still come for tea, but not the pub.” {What a shame – not!} “Come eat Vienetta!”  After lodging a complaint to the co-op about shifting stock and amending it for a ‘Tales’ blogiii, I railed at lack of productiveness and looked for a late summer holiday let, eventually finding a bargain.  Paying a low deposit, they cheekily took the balance the next day.  Trying to rest, it dawned on me the window cleaners were right.  Aware it was daft, I couldn’t stop fretting and sent them a straight-forward apology via Facebook.  Their reply shirty, I reiterated it was a genuine mistake on our part and added a smiley face.  Very itchy at bedtime, I researched DIY treatments and tried intensive hand cream containing glycerine which worked immediately.  I later discovered sensitive bodywash helped too.

2 separate scientific studies found ‘compelling evidence’ 2 coronavirus variants originated at the Wuhan fish market late 2019.  With 4 asymptomatic cases, Jiangxi district re-entered lockdown.  Announcing £5.1bn quarterly revenue on the eve of a 2-day strike, CWU accused BT of ‘gaslighting’.  Of 74,230 households homeless or at risk, 10,560 worked fulltime.  Shelter’s Polly Neate said record-high rents and crippling bills sent people working every hour, ‘over the edge’.  She called on the new PM to ‘get a grip,’ unfreeze housing benefit and build decent social homes with rents pegged to local incomes, to end homelessness for good.  Maybe they could live in the Saudi Line – the vertical city to house 9 million resembled a dystopian sci-fi.

Sleep disrupted by anxiety and discomfort, I was on the verge of tears Friday.  Sure the itchiness was menopausal, Phil said I should’ve had HRT years ago. “Look who’s talking, Captain Hindsight!“  I added graphics to Phil’s flier and printed a draft.  Puzzled by sizing issues, we gave up and went to town, finding cough drops had gone up again, as had sweet bags.  Sweet Shop Man explained the bags were bigger to fit labels on, for which the printer cost a staggering 3 grand.  Phil loitered while I stood in a slow Boots queue.  2 crusties (perhaps from the squat) mocked middle-class vegans (look who’s talking!)  The cashier served 1 customer and handed over change at snail’s pace.  I abandoned my items and stormed out.  “Surprised you lasted that long!” Laughed Phil.  Sitting riverside, we discussed posters on the old grocers inciting the squatting of Air BnB’s.  Town awash with 200, was it practical?  Were they businesses or residential?  Back home, we solved the flier misprint by converting the file format.  Flitting between laptop and printer, the pocket of my combats ripped when it caught on the sofa arm.  Just as I’d finished a pile of stitching!

ONS estimated 1:20 people had coronavirus in the week up to 20 July, compared to 1:17 the week before.  Hospital admissions decreased from 18.2 per 100,000 to 16.3.  Centrica profits 1.3bn, Shell £11.5bn and BP £6.9bn, details of fuel bill rebates revealed we’d get £66 off direct debits October and November, then £67 until March.  Martin Lewis said the zombie government should do more and the rich bragged about the size of their bills.  AQA began strike action, potentially affecting the release of exam results.

Saturday greyly mizzly, we predicted soggy dressing up at Pride Party in the Park.  Otherwise, we’d have gone to see the Kate Bush tribute.  Instead, I cleared piles of clutter in the kitchen and stitched the combats.

Sleep interrupted by raucous drunks at 3 a.m. Sunday, I stuck earplugs in, rose flushed and crampy, fetched tea and noted chilli plants on the kitchen windowsill needed thinning out.  Looking for space to put them, I saw paper peeling from the living room ceiling and chunks of plaster on the sofa.  I yelled up to Phil who cleared the plaster lumps, googled DIY fixes, ruminated over supplies and made the ceiling safe until he could get to a trad hardware shop in the next village .  I moved furniture so we could sit on the sofa, washed and air-dried a stinky throw and picked crocosmia for a kitchen vase before a trip to the co-op.  The normal scant affair, I searched for wines to use a member discount.  Seeing none, I got cheap plonk.  I swept up dust, showered and changed and reinstalled the throw, enjoying the late sun’s warmth before a lovely evening with Walking Friend during which we ate, drank and exhausted our 1970’s CD music collection.

Rishi Stabbing Boris

Resignation honours a list of donors, JCB tory donor Lord Bamford hosted a belated wedding party for Boris and Carrie.  Steve Bray stood outside Daylesford House with a banner reading: ‘corrupt tory government’.  Dreadful Doris was lambasted for re-tweeting a pic of Rishi stabbing Boris in the back.

It was revealed the Prince of Wales charitable trust accepted donations from the Bin Laden family, leading to more questions.  Giving no details of how they’d violated conditions of purchase, Gazprom suspended Latvia’s gas supply.  England beat Germany 2-1 in the Women’s Euro Final.  Winland academy advertised jobs on LinkedIn to write applications for Chinese students.  A shame they were caught; I could do that!

Thanks for reading Corvus Diaries. Updates will follow later in the year.

Hasta La Vista!

*The Liquidator, Harry J Allstars

**Frequent Radio Burst

References:

i. My haigas: https://wordpress.com/posts/mondaymorninghaiga.wordpress.com

ii. My Cool Places blog: https://hepdenerose.wordpress.com/

iii. Tales From The Co-op Notes on life, the universe and stuff that sucks: Tales from the Co-op Vol 5 (maryc1000.blogspot.com)

Part 103 – Ship Of Fools

“(They) broke the law and took us all for mugs. If they had any decency they would be gone by tonight” (Lobby Akinnola)

April Fools

Haiga – Threshold

The world ran by a bunch of fools, we didn’t mark the 1st of the month with April Fools jokes.  The grocery bill was mercifully not too hefty but the bags were.  I cursed not asking for Phil’s help lugging them home.  Motivated by persons unknown sweeping the steps at the side of the house, I cleared the gutter Saturday, failing to unblock the end.  Cloudy all weekend, at least it didn’t rain during the free Crossings walk and workshop Sunday.  In the art shed carpark, The Leader made introductions and dished out notebooks.  We set off on familiar paths, noting a profusion of daffodils absent from the riverside 2 weeks ago, along with wood anemones.  Returning on the lesser-travelled Crows path, a walker’s action volunteer related its rescue from developers by residents 12 years ago.  Back at base, we got free tea and cake.  Amazed such project funding still existed, Phil ate 3 pieces.  The workshop proved inspiring although I remained sceptical about the over-use of descriptions.  Featuring heavily in creative writing these days, I suspected it featured in university courses.  Later, I selected photos for the project showcase including a haiga.i

The covid rate at 1:13, Prof Naismith said we were all likely to have BA.2 by summer.  Easter hols starting for some, chaos ensued at ferry terminals and airports.  Officially blamed on absence and covid checks, the shortages were also due to furloughed staff leaving.  Security checks on 220 new recruits awaited, passengers missed flights at Manchester airport and boss Karen Not-So-Smart resigned.  45 buses and 2 Red Cross trucks headed to besieged Mariupol.  Evacuation underway at last, a photo-journalist got shot.  The Pope criticised ‘dictatorial leaders’ and said the world couldn’t ignore the migrant crisis.  As the Oscars academy continued with disciplinary procedures, Will Smith resigned.

Barely able to move Monday morning, after 10 minutes stretching, I got back in bed.  Phil looked offended when I didn’t laugh at his larks but I felt too awful.  I made a big effort to fetch coffee and the laptop.  Going up and downstairs exhausting, pains shot through my head and I became tearful.  Covid infections still rising, the list of symptoms now included fatigue, exhaustion, aching, headaches, sore throats, shortness of breath, blocked or runny nose, loss of appetite, diarrhoea and nausea.  So all of them!  Wondering if I had it, Phil reckoned they were symptoms of living in England.  In fact, additions were to stop people going to work with flu.  Feeling overwhelmed by a ‘to do’ list, I posted the haiga, dispatched photos for the showcase, and worked on blogs.  Except mealtimes, I stayed abed for 3 dull days.

5-11 year olds were offered low dose jabs.  Oil terminal blockades by Just Stop Oil and XR into a third day, 100 protestors were arrested in Kingsbury.  Lucy Powell called the privatisation of Channel 4 ‘cultural vandalism’.  Tracy Brabin feared for Leeds jobs and ‘We Own It’ told Dreadful Doris to keep her hands off.

Less head pain and a bit cheerier Tuesday, I posted an entry on Cool Placesii , stopping writing when head fug set in.  Phil went to the co-op.  Another power cut meant no fresh milk or veg.

The covid Situation in Shanghai ‘extremely grim’, citizens suffered lockdowns and online food shortages.  After visiting Bucha, Vlod addressed the UN security council, saying the worst war crimes since WW2 merited Nuremberg-style trials.  Russian rep Vasily Nebenzya dismissed footage as fake and pro-Putin broadcaster Vlad Solovyov said they chose the name because it sounded like butcher.  Red paint was poured in the propagandist’s Italian villa pools.  Back after a glitch, Jeremy Vine appeared with hand-written signs. As Cuadrilla were given another year to explore fracking in Lancashire, Mike Gammon claimed reports of tremors were Russian propaganda.  Err, no, it’s you believing in conspiracy nonsense!

Eking the last of the fresh milk, Phil made porridge on Wednesday and went to the other shop.  Working on ‘Home from Home’ (see Cool Places 2iii) took most of my day.  After ineffectual quiet time, I went to the kitchen and panicked when I saw no milk, then spotted it in a bag.  Prepping dinner together a bit fraught, I left him to it and dossed on the sofa.  As he sent off photos for the showcase, he asked me to check details but I said it was far too late to think and went back to bed.

While Boris defended the National Insurance rise to fund the NHS and Goblin Saj pressed patients to return, 6 Yorkshire hospitals warned them to stay away from A&E, unless dying.  In the latest sanctions, the UK added 8 Russian oligarchs to the list, froze Sberbank and Credit Bank of Moscow’s assets, banned outward investment and iron and steel imports, and vowed to stop coal imports by the end of the year.  Sanctioning Russian PM Mikhail Mishustin and Putin’s 2 daughters Maryia Putina and Katerina Tikhonova, the US also cut off links with Sberbank as well as Alfa Bank.

Better but lacking energy Thursday, we were sat on the sofa when Phil noticed a reply from the Crossings workshop leader, even though he’d only sent his photos the night before.  I was incensed until I saw she’d e-mailed me too.  Supplies low, I headed to the market in the nithering wind.  What a load of rubbish!  No loo roll or fish, I got a few veg and went in the convenience store to find reduced chicken and bacon, so not a completely wasted trip.

The energy strategy mainly featured hydrogen, offshore wind and nuclear power.  Great British Nuclear had a target to fulfil 25% of demand by 2060, building a power station a year.  There was a £30m competition to make heat pumps, and a new round of licensing for north sea oil and gas from autumn, despite UN calls for rapid cuts in fossil fuel use.  Onshore wind unpopular, it was encouraged with discounts for affected communities.  Keir called it too little too late and: “a cobbled together list of things that should have been done over the last 10 to 12 years…(and) doesn’t even tackle important things like insulating homes…”  Kwarteng had already ordered a report into the science and impact of fracking, but said the pause in extraction would stay unless new evidence showed it was ‘safe, sustainable and of minimal disturbance…’  A 23-mile lorry queue at Dover caused chaos on roads surrounding the M20.  Suspended P&O crossings were blamed – nowt to do with Brexit!  UNHRC threw Russia out.  Ukrainian Foreign minister Dmytro Kuleba begged for weapons to save lives and prevent the war spilling over into other territories.  Beloved Mr Ben creator David McKee died.  My tiny kid-fish brain never clocked there were only 13 episodes!

No Joke

Haiga – The Artist

Friday, I worked on the journal and waited impatiently in the co-op for a man dithering and a cashier fiddling with buttons.  Coming to help, Phil had a cheeky search for long-gone chocolate slabs on the easter display.  Finding none, he said he’d have to go elsewhere but with 3 bars at home, I told him not to bother.  Rising from a siesta, a marked drop in temperature presaged a loud crack of thunder followed by large balls of ice – thunder hail!  It soon turned to rain.  Enjoyment of dinner was marred by Phil telling me Rishi Rich was technically a US resident until recently, thus not paying UK tax.  The scum held a Green Card until October 2021!  He demanded an enquiry into the source of the leak.  The opposition demanded ministers declared their residency status.  Meanwhile, Ms. Murthy said she “understood the British sense of fairness”, coughed up UK tax on her income but remained a non-dom.

Covid rates still high across the UK, they rose in the Yorkshire region to 1:12, but fell slightly in Scotland.  Thousands in hospital but not on ventilators, ONS said it was too soon to say infections were levelling off.  A Russian missile hit a train station in Kramatorsk, killing 50 trying to evacuate before a full-scale offensive.

Phil answered a door knock early Saturday to be handed an easter ‘goody bag’ from the local carers’ group.  Containing a fleece blanket, thermometer, first aid kit, jelly sweets, greetings card, fluffy chick and chocolate bar (making 4 in total), it resembled an elderly care package.  Phil joked about sticking the thermometer up his bum.  I cleaned the living room and he overhauled the kitchen lights, then rested in a bid to ease tummy ache.  His discomfort persisted into Sunday.  That didn’t stop him coming foraging in nearby woods.  At the wild garlic patch, two women approached from below.  Fearing competition, I pretended to take aim but they didn’t stop.  Celandine nestled among the extended crop, creating a salad of yellow and green.  After filling a bag, I picked up a couple of excellent twisty red branches, perfect for hanging decorative easter eggs.  Keeping to the lower meandering path, we magically saw a couple of deer chasing each other.  The Victorian stairways carpeted with crunchy leaves inspired the week’s haiga (for a fuller description, see Cool Places).

P&O said there’d be no Dover ferries until at least Friday.  Stuck in queues and losing thousands a day, meat exporters called for the prioritisation of fresh produce.  Boris went to walk the streets with Vlod and wave – why was he so popular in Kyiv?  As he travelled by car, helicopter, military plane and train, a convoy of Russian tanks headed for Donbas.  The Oscars harshly banned Will Smith for 10 years.

After posting the haiga Monday,  Phil helped evict a mini zoo of larvae and spiders from the bathroom.  Having not fixed the mini mixer, he made wild garlic pesto in the pestle and mortar.

High infection rates having a ‘major impact’, The NHS Confederation felt abandoned and urged government to rethink the ‘living with covid’ plan, reintroduce mitigation, and reinvigorate the public info campaign with renewed focus on mask-wearing and gathering outdoors.  A Number 10 spokesperson said no; thanks to vaccinations, treatments and better understanding, it could be managed similarly to other viruses.

The Tuesday top-up shop was astronomical again.  Was it due to small seasonal additions or rampant inflation?  The Widower looked bemused by easter eggs.  I advised on vegan options for his granddaughter.  The weighty bags made my shoulder ache but it eased off after an unusual 5 minutes afternoon kip.

Smart Energy GB found rising costs led to habit changes and a UCL survey found us more worried by money (38%) than covid (33%).  Anxiety and depression levels the highest for 11 months, 51% didn’t feel in control of their mental health.  Unemployment fell to 3.8%, but with 76,000 economically inactive, there weren’t more jobs.  The Met issued 30 more Partygate FPNs – Boris, Rishi and Carrie Antoinette were included for The Bumbler’s birthday bash.  Apologising, he said he only went for 10 minutes and didn’t know it was a party.  “He should contest the fine then,” advised Phil, “that would be hilarious in court!”  The first sitting PM ever to be exposed breaking the law, the most Covid fines issued in a single street or workplace and more to come, it confirmed Downing Street was full of crooks.  Keir said they’d broken the law, repeatedly lied to the British public, were totally unfit to govern and should resign.  Lobby Akinnola of Bereaved Families agreed they had no authority, took us all for mugs and would be gone by nightfall if they had any decency.  Approval ratings plummeting, Boris reportedly begged Rishi to stay to save Big Dog.  Operation Red Meat looked more like mincemeat!  Evil kids cartoon villain Michael Fabricant subsequently compared it to nurses having a cheeky post-shift drink, justice minister Lord Wolfson resigned and our MP Craigy Babe said they must go.  They didn’t.

Wednesday, I baked an easter cake and wrote.  Not seeming long since the last submission, a message from Valley Life had taken me by surprise.  I considered the feature almost finished but sifting e-mails later in the week, noticed a word limit increase.  How had I missed that for a whole year?  I checked with The Owner who also passed on lovely feedback from ‘a neighbour’.  Probing revealed it to be The Widower.  As earlier rain cleared, I’d have loved an evening walk if I wasn’t dead tired.  Instead, we watched a programme on BBC4 about Stonehenge’s removal from Wales – not stolen as the Welsh claimed, but taken by migrants.

Inflation rose to 7%.  With pre-tax profits of £2.03 billion, Tesco gave staff 1.5% ‘thank you’ bonuses for coping with pandemic, supply chain and inflation challenges.  Pay rises would come in July.  Uncle Joe accused Putin of genocide and the presidents of Poland, Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia visited Vlod.

Waking with a scratchy throat for the third morning running Thursday, Echinacea banished it.  Opening the bedroom window, I heard then saw 2 typhoon jets zig-zagging over the next hill.  The laptop misbehaving even after a restart, I persevered with writing but got head fug and hung washing on the line.  Decorating Neighbour was sweeping the street.  I asked if he’d done the steps.  “I don’t go that far.” The co-op bustling, I forgot essential items.  Counsellor Friend was stocking up before joining the great easter getaway.  With no P&O ferries, railway engineering and airport queues, I wished her luck!  Having a nightmare with veg falling on the floor and a cluttered sink, Phil eventually helped.  Knackered, I bemoaned an almost-gone afternoon.  An item in metro on easter laughter disappointingly contained no actual jokes.

UK covid infections fell except Wales, for the first time in 6 weeks, suggesting the surge of BA.2 had passed the peak.  Bonnie Prince Charlie gave out Maundy Money on behalf of the queen.  The latest madcap scheme to deal with dinghy crossings involved putting the navy in charge of the channel and sending migrants to Rwanda.  Copied off Denmark, there were only 100 places under the ‘migration and economic development partnership’ aka offshoring single black men.  Boris said the plan was possible because of Brexit freedoms but conceded it could be legally challenged.  Keir called it unworkable, extortionate and an attempt to distract from Partygate.  Phil mused it might not put people off: “After all, we’re always being told to ‘Visit Rwanda’ on the footie!”  However, interviewees in a Dunkirk camp maintained the crossing was risky but they’d risked much already and pointed out accepting Ukrainians into our homes was double-standards – touché!  The First of stricter UK reception centres at RAF Linton-on-Ouse slated to ‘open soon’, bewildered villagers were up in arms at no consultation.  More sanctions were announced by the UK and EU, against Russian oligarchs who propped up the so-called Donetsk and Luhansk People’s Republic. Imports of iron and steel and exports of quantum tech were banned.

Bridge of Sighs

Haiga – Inner Voice

After I was asked if the photos I sent for the Crossings expo were mine even with my name on, Good Friday, Phil was asked which object he’d written about.  “Can that writing woman not read?” I sighed.  He went shopping for the items I’d forgotten and flowers.  As he tried to put them in a vase, I took over while he toasted hot cross buns for a hasty lunch.  The beautiful roses stayed fresh-looking for over 2 weeks.  Wending up to the upland village, we stopped in the playing fields where Phil allowed a rare snap, later garnering several ‘likes’ on FB.  In time for a mid-afternoon performance, It was lovely to see the Pace Egg play after a 2-year absence, and also the kids and grandkids of Deceased Friend, for their traditional family get-together.  Viewing obstructed, hearing became impossible during the final act because of the chattering classes.  What was the point of going if they were more interested in bragging about themselves than listening?  We made a hasty getaway and were heading downhill when Phil decided he needed a snack from the burger stall outside the pub.  Hearing music, we wandered into the beer garden.  Phil commandeered the one free table while I got the second pints of the day.  As the novelty act doing bad cover versions wore thin, we retreated to the penfold.  A man with 2 dogs hovered at the entrance before letting one loose to run round in an ellipse.  He denied that explained rutted soil beneath a picnic bench.  Methinks he lied!  Despite extreme tiredness, night-time sleep was mediocre.

The next day, the Crossings expo preview invite landed in my in-box but not Phil’s.  Narked at doing ‘work’ at the weekend, Phil said it wasn’t work. “It is for them, and on Easter Saturday to boot!”  Still tired, I stayed home, hung sheets on the line and cleaned.  Meaning to garden in the nice weather, I seemed to run out of time and mislaid flower seed packets.  Phil popped to the shops.  Town rammed with drinkers but no more than expected, we didn’t understand why this weekend was picked to hold a hipster beer festival.  While he was out, I hastily made him a card featuring early spring blooms.

Spring Blooms Card

Birds tweeted in grey pre-dawn light Sunday.  I sighed grumpily, wondering what they had to be so cheerful about and turned over until hazy sunlight made sleeping impossible.  Dull-headed, I forgot it was easter, then remembered to print the card and give it to Phil with a pack of Haribo’s.  He felt bad getting me no confectionary until I reminded him we had stacks of chocolate and he got me flowers.

To refresh fuddled brains, we took a leisurely stroll west on the canal, avoiding squawking geese protecting their nests, admiring showy tulips and chatting to The Biker outside his houseboat.  Complementing the restoration of his granddad’s plane, we agreed they didn’t make tools like that anymore.  A sign on the chicken farm honesty box helpfully informed us turkey eggs were like hens eggs but bigger!  Tempted by a promise of refreshments in the pavilion, we stepped onto the diminutive stone bridge to the cricket club.  No match on, it was closed.  We rested on an equally picturesque bridge near the lock.  Serving also as a crossing point, an arrow indicating Warland, prompted Phil to invent a film plot wherein puritan villagers refused to accept the civil war was over.

Archbishop Welby called the Rwanda ploy ‘ungodly’.  Responding in The Times, Nasty Patel said it was ‘bold and innovative’ and challenged anyone to come up with a better idea.  How about opening safe, legal routes for migrants?  Charities lambasted the Nationality and Borders Bill for not preventing child trafficking.  Theresa May later added she couldn’t support the policy on the grounds of ‘legality, practicality and efficacy’ as it split families and encouraged trafficking of women and children.  Patel refused to reveal eligibility criteria.  Gammons were incensed at small print allowing Rwandans to come to the UK in exchange.

The laptop very noisy Monday, Phil stopped the daft MS newsfeed.  Accompanied by music, I started spring cleaning the study, finding the mislaid wildflower seeds behind the desk.  Outside planting one in a pot, a neighbour from across the way asked if I knew which cat visited her garden.  “They all look the same to me!”  Unbelievably, The Great Escape was the best bank holiday film on telly all weekend, apart from Barabbas.

Face-masks no longer mandatory but ‘strongly advised’ in Scotland, spotted without one at a barbers, Sturgeon was again called a hypocrite.  Police had words.  In their latest covid wave, Shanghai reported 3 deaths bringing the overall total to 4,641 – still lots less than the UK.  Shats launched the gimmicky half-price rail tickets wheeze with a cheesy YouTube videoiv.

Tuesday a boring round of chores, writing and shopping, in the evening, I returned a missed call from Aunty.  She liked the old postcards of her locality I’d sent her with easter greetings.  Found in a charity shop, I promised to send more if they turned up.  Using the last of the bargain chicken to make soup, we’d got 4 dinners for £2.50  (and a lunch).  The affordable alternative to veganism!

Swiss Toni said Boris’ FPN was like getting a speeding ticket.  Ed Davey spluttered that was ‘an insult to bereaved families’.  Alastair Campbell contested the claim Blair got a speeding fine while in office, pointing out security disallowed driving.  It later emerged The Bumbler racked up £4,000 in speeding tickets while at GQ magazine.  In the commons, he repeatedly apologised to MPs, acknowledged the ‘hurt and anger caused’, but insisted it didn’t occur to him it breached rules.  Keir said he dragged everyone down to his level.  Saying he wasn’t worthy of holding office, Mark Harper publicised a letter to the 1922 committee.  Referral to the Privileges Committee and more fines imminent, ministers repeated pleas to await the full Sue Gray report.  The economic forecast bleak with the war and covid, the IMF judged the impact on the UK particularly severe with growth down to 1.2% in 2023 because of the ‘triple whammy’ of fuel, food and tax rises.  ¾ of civil servants still working from home, Rees Moggy told them to go back to the office.  The missive including tables of who was working where, FDA union’s Dave Penman said ministers were ‘vindictive’ and behaving like luddites’, when the private sector embraced flexible working.

On PMQs Wednesday, Boris conveyed 96th birthday greetings to the queen and informed us he was going to India.  Keir said once the cameras were off for the public apology, Boris went to his backbenchers to privately blame everyone else and say Welby wasn’t critical enough of Putin, when actually the archbishop said the Ukraine invasion was ‘an act of great evil’.  He invited the PM to apologise for slander, getting a flat ‘no’ in response.   Ian Blackford claimed 82% of Scots thought Boris lied.  While the commons debated the Buildings Safety Bill, protestors complained it didn’t help everyone affected by the cladding scandal.

The NOA found government departments uncoordinated on foreign travel rules with no assessment of the impact on the industry.  1:9 workers in insecure jobs, Frances O’Grady joined Zero Hours Justice’s Julian Richer and Living Wage Foundation’s Katharine Chapman to criticise delaying the Employment Bill announced in 2019: “Boris Johnson has done nothing to show he is serious about upgrading workers’ rights,” she said.  1.5 million cancelled streaming subs.  Prime and Netflix the last to go, did it explain splitting the current season of popular Ozark?  Just Eat and gambling firm 888 also haemorrhaged customers. A longitudinal study confirmed what I already knew – anti-depressants didn’t improve long-term quality of life.

Holed up in the Azovstal Steel works, Mariupol die-hards worried they were in their final hours and Vlod offered to exchange them for captured Russian soldiers.  The next day, Putin claimed victory in the city and ordered a ring around the steel plant.  Moscow tested a new ICBM to make anyone threatening them ‘think twice’.  Satan 2 wasn’t yet ready for deployment.  The Inflow of oil and gas profits bolstering the Rouble, Germany planned to stop using Russian energy products by the end of the year.  Wimbledon banned Russian and Belarussian tennis players.

Thursday, I tweaked the Valley Life article, cleaned the bedroom and hung sheets on the line.  Bright and breezy, they twisted up but dried quick.  Phil went to Leeds just after I went to town for a whizz round shops.  Picking up bin-end wine and a ½-price easter egg, I waited in the convenience store for a man chucking stuff in a sack.  What looked like a big shop, was actually parcels for delivery.  Wanting to linger in sun, pedestrian areas were fully occupied thanks to school hols.  A dumb couple stood on the bridge, commenting on the number of bridges.  ‘Err, there are rivers, you morons!’ I muttered.  I went home to weed the garden.  The Widower walked his dog past.  Enquiring how he was coping, he replied ‘okay’.  The underlying sigh belied his brave face. Thanking him for his nice words to Valley Life, he said they weren’t ‘nice’, but true.  How lovely!  Out of breath and fatigued, I went to lie down and retired early for a bath that night.  Suffering insomnia, the meditation tape eventually sent me into unrefreshing sleep.

The Valneva vaccine was approved for UK use, making 6 in total.  A man tested covid-positive on 505 consecutive days before dying, suggesting variants could evolve in persistent cases.  Medics wanted better treatments for the vulnerable.  While Boris posed in a turban, William Wragg echoed other back-benchers sick of defending the indefensible.  A motion to refer Boris to the Privileges Committee carried without a vote.  Designs to put the investigation on hold until police inquires concluded, were scrapped.  The Met said no fines would be issued before elections 5th May because of ‘restrictions around communicating’.  Local candidates included Freedom Alliance – Stop the Great Reset.  Their concerns of a global public-private partnership had some validity but not the conspiracy view that covid was a mechanism to control us all!

Sinking Ships

Crossings Exhibit – Installation

Phil had even less shuteye so we both felt unrest Friday.  Rushing out, we barely paused to greet new people on the street or admire profusive spring flowers.  At the Crossings show preview, project workers and the workshop leader directed us to our group’s work on the outer walls of small sheds.  We acknowledged fellow participants and extricated ourselves from an over-friendly acquaintance.  Of other exhibits, children’s print work stood out.  One kid made a print of Blackpool, cos nothing says nature like Blackpool!

Crossings Exhibit – Blackpool Print

We congratulated the friendly printer responsible on training the next generation.  Outdoor displays featuring wood, natural paint and ceramics, were much easier to photograph than indoors where pictures were defaced by reflections.

Art appreciation over, we followed a sign to ‘The Crags’.  Previously unexplored, we climbed the curated curious before a protracted return route.  A flagging Phil griped of miles to go so we switched to an upper path.  I went home to unshod hot, tired feet.  He went to the shop, ran into the over-friendly acquaintance again and got yet more ½-price easter eggs (for a fuller description, see Cool Places).

Wanting a trade deal by Diwali, Boris hinted at more immigration from India into high skilled jobs in return for reduced tariffs on British machinery.  He also pledged to help them build fighter jets to lessen reliance on Russia but didn’t push Nodi on neutrality.  At the JCB plant in Gujarat, owned by tory donor Lord Bamford, he didn’t mention the destruction of Muslim’s homes by their bulldozers.

Drained after a long afternoon out, I stayed home Saturday apart from a trip to the co-op.  Very quiet for a weekend, there was hardly any veg but plenty of oil, despite reports of rationing.  Along with potatoes, cereal and chicken feed, it apparently all came from Ukraine.  Nowt to do with Brexit or P&O ferries!  Was the war also responsible for HRT shortages?  At the kiosk, my mate’s eyebrows shot up as a colleague told him his pregnant partner wanted a gender reveal party.  I observed: “but what if it doesn’t want to be that gender? ‘How very dare you assume my gender before I’m even born?’ It would say.”  An eavesdropping woman added: “Nothing surprises me anymore!”(see Tales from the Co-opv).

On Sunday Morning, the hideous Piers Morgan said firms had a dilemma balancing staff being in offices and at home.  Oliver Dowdy maintained Boris gave a ‘clear explanation’ of events leading to fines and we should balance that with other matters.  In an unfortunate analogy, he said the PM still had ‘fuel in the tank to deliver for this country’.  Asked how much more of the ‘drip, drip’ they could withstand, he blathered about focusing on the national security crisis.  What was he on about? The war was in Ukraine not the UK!

We went in search of blossom in the park.  At various stages of growth, some had already blown off and dandelions outnumbered the cherry.  Having noted the music café was rebranded ‘Charlie’s – not attracting the young hip crowd, but OAPs supping a nice cup of tea – we investigated other changes in town.  With a closed bank now a daft pub, several ice cream sellers and a pointless melts outlet, Phil remarked: “It’s full of people from out of town selling crap to people from out of town – like a northern Cotswolds!”  However, we got more bin-end wine and bargain easter eggs (the most I’d ever had, even in childhood).  Coming back, we came across German Friend and empathised on the struggles of processing the passing of friends.

Some tories told MOS that Rayner, lacking Boris’ Etonian debating skills, distracted him by crossing and uncrossing her legs at PMQs.  What tripe!  She could make mincemeat of him!  She tweeted: ‘Women in politics face sexism and misogyny every day…This is the latest dose of gutter journalism..”  She later added it was classist too.  A colleague said: “Just when you think the Conservative party can’t get any lower they outdo themselves. (They) clearly have a problem with women in public life.”  Even Boris decried the piece.  Meanwhile, 56 sex misconduct allegations included 3 cabinet ministers and 2 shadows.  As ship Albatroz sunk, 47 barrels of diesel created  a slick, threatening The Galapagos’ giant turtles.

Haiga – Impressions

Wobbly and heavy headed, I started to exercise Monday morning, when a throat niggle progressed to my ear and nose.  Annoyed at a second bout of illness that month, Phil reckoned I’d caught covid at the art show.  Feasible, seeing as the last one immediately followed the workshop, but vile phlegm implied the usual sinus lark. 

Either way, it rendered me bed-ridden for much of the week, apart from essential chores and spells on the sofa. 

After posting a haiga and Cool Places updates, I got head fug and settled down with a book when Phil noisily announced he was going for a rest.  I ask you!  I slept for 1 minute.

Idiot Epstein informed Jeremy Vine that Rishi was rich because he was good with money.  Hmm – It’s easy to be good with money when you have piles to start with!  Rees-Moggy put memos on empty Whitehall desks saying ‘I look forward to seeing you in the office soon’.  In a rare moment of not talking claptrap, Dreadful Doris called the passive-aggressive bullying ‘Dickensian’.  Life expectancy down in deprived areas over the last 3 years, covid was partly blamed.  In Kyiv, Lloyd Austin and Anthony Blinken said ‘Ukraine is succeeding’ and promised more munitions.  Following weekend attacks on the Azovstal steel plant, Russian strikes targeted fuel and rail facilities.  After Micron was re-elected president of France, cops killed 3 protestors.

Tuesday, I okayed the Valley Life proof and worked on blogs.  Suffering brain fog, I stopped writing and submitted photos to the larger arts festival exhibition.  Phil went to the co-op.  Disturbed by the door slamming on his return and loud talking on the street below, so-called ‘quiet time’ was a write-off.  As he’d bought 3 kinds of spuds, I cooked loads for dinner, getting backache and narky.

The Bumbler convened Cabinet to invent ideas to address the cost of living crisis without spending extra money.  They came up with encouraging more uptake of child and pension credits, cutting import tariffs and childcare ratios and extending MOT’s to 2 years.  The Guardian accused them of trashing health and safety.  Boris threatened to privatise DVLA and the passport office.  Delightfully-named Ian Snowball, landlord of the Showtime bar, Huddersfield, faced a £6,000 fine for allowing a punter to sip ale while standing to play beer pong during restrictions.  Talk about disproportionality!  IPPR reported 400,000 quitting work due to ill health, leading to ‘terminally low productivity’.  Elon Musk bought twitter for $44 bn.  Right-wingers thrilled by the promise of less moderation, others feared more fake news, bigotry and conspiracy drivel.  After The Insolvency Service began criminal and civil proceedings over redundancies, shit-show P&O failed to further reduce wages.  Intending to restart the Dover-Calais ferry Spirit of Britain for freight from Wednesday, The European Causeway lost power half an hour from Larne and limped back.  As more weapons were sent to Ukraine, Serge warned of ‘world war by proxy’ and again raised the prospect of nuclear attacks.  Antonio Guterres went to Moscow, incensing Vlod by not visiting Kyiv first.

Barrels of Fun

Unappreciated Dandelions

Wednesday, I fetched the coffee, for which Phil tossed me 10p.  It disappeared like a crap magic trick.  At PMQs, Keir attacked the government’s approach to the cost of living crisis.  Boris threw out figures and metaphors.  Keir quipped that was his fab debating skills we’d heard about!  He then asked ironically if being the only country to raise taxes had made things better or worse?  Ian Blackford cited Trussell Trust research that 830,000 children depended on food parcels and urged him to look for ideas beyond the cabinet, such as raising child payments like in Scotland.  He could also have cited food parcel demand (up 44% in Yorkshire), 59% of the population making lifestyle changes to cut spending and 18% having no disposable income.  Cathy Gardner and Fay Harris won a high court case against PHE and The Cock for discharging untested patients to care homes where their dads’ died of covid.  Invited by Daisy Cooper to apologise, Boris insisted they didn’t know the virus was transmitted asymptomatically.  Court evidence proved otherwise.  A PHE paper passed to Sage early 2020 concluded ‘asymptomatic transmission cannot be ruled out’, another warned ‘pre-symptomatic transmission…constituted a very substantial proportion of all transmission,’ and top medic Pat Vallance said likewise on the Today Programme, 13th March.

Fatigued by the antics, I rested.  At least external noise was more ambient this time.  At coffee time, Phil cadged from my depleting filter supplies, saying he’d buy me more if I gave him 50p.  A bargain, I said he could have the 10p back, which had turned up among the sheets.

Rayner called Lord Geidt clearing Rishi of any wrongdoing an ‘utter whitewash’.  Editor David Dillon refused to meet Lindsay Hoyle.  Carol Brexit informed Jeremy Vine that 4 tories heard the Ashton MP jest about using her legs to distract Boris.  The Chief Whip promised action against a tory caught watching porn.  After letting rumours accusing others to circulate, Neil Parish was suspended Friday, said he got onto the porn site by accident looking for tractors but re-visited it, then resigned Saturday.  Following more EU sanctions against 50 oligarchs and companies including Gazprom, Russia cut the gas off to Bulgaria and Poland.  How did you sanction a company you traded with?  Greenpeace called imports of 1.9 million oil barrels since the start of the war, ‘utterly disingenuous’ when the UK vowed less reliance on Russian supplies.  GSK reported a £9.8 billion turnover in the first quarter, thanks in part to anti-viral drug Xevudy.  Meanwhile, treatments for tremors involved zapping neurons and the first person treated for Parkinson’s with a Deep Brain Stimulation implant, declared a miracle.  York councillors divested Prince Andy of Freedom of the City.

Eyes shutting while reading, I hoped to be less fatigued Thursday.  Sadly not.  Phil went to the market for bog paper (only loose rolls available) and fishy bits.  The shrimps were from Holland.  Full import checks on European goods further delayed, supermarkets were happy, but exporters facing red tape and ports having built unnecessary infrastructure, weren’t.  The benefits of Brexit eh, Moggy?  Was that taking back control?

A tweeter thought it fun to relabel BA ‘British Wokeways’ for refusing to fly migrants to Rwanda over fears of a backlash.  Charter flights would add to an already astronomical £120 million for the scheme.  A whopping £30,000 each, Phil reckoned it’d be cheaper to give people the money to go home.  In more commons sleaze, Jamie Wallis was charged with a hit and run, Imran Khan belatedly submitted a resignation letter (after getting another full month’s pay), Liam Byrne was suspended for 2 days, and a female MP was called ‘a secret weapon’ as all the men wanted to sleep with her.  Ben Wally said they should avoid ‘toxic bars’ and Sue Braverman claimed there wasn’t a ‘pervasive culture’ of misogyny but some bad apples.  Yes, but it only took one to rot the whole barrel!  Keir said he took all allegations seriously and hoped colleagues had confidence in the complaints procedure.  On QT, Jon Ashworth agreed the cost of living was the most important issue but connected to Partygate because tories were disconnected and dismissed people’s real concerns as ‘silly’.  Mims Davies wittered about jobs and floundered trying the defend the migrant policy against accusations of being ‘pick and choose’.  After telling Iain Dale Channel 5 had thrived when it was privatised (it was never public!) an unusually sober Dreadful Doris came on Newscast to prate about impartiality and privatising Channel 4 even though 96% were against it.

Friday, Phil said he needed a haircut: “I look like I’m from a Britpop band.” “No you don’t. Mines’ worse.” “It does need colouring in.” “Thanks!” I sat abed writing until hungry and hot, considered getting lunch but he brought it to me.  Perhaps staying put was a good thing, because I felt much better on a bright Saturday.  I went to the rag market to buy haberdashery from friendly stall-holders then waited for Phil to come to an exhibition of historic photos by a local celeb.  On the way, we were waylaid by falling blossom and dandelions.  I later created a Facebook album but the dazzling yellow blooms went unappreciated.  Balking at a £5 suggested donation, we contributed by purchasing juice.  Phil’s photography mate had planned the showing for 2020.  They bemoaned work being on hold since covid and I sympathised with his travails being interviewed for a documentary.  I could talk for England but stick me in front of camera, I was dumbstruck!

550 Network Rail upgrade projects over the bank holiday weekend, cleaners and conductors’ strikes meant TPE only ran a small number of (dirty) services.  Roads were predicted to be quiet.  A good job with herds of animals on the M62 at Eccles and Brighouse.  Madelaine McTernan who worked on the covid vaccine rollout, was appointed HRT tsar.  Demand up thanks to The Davina Effect, I felt I was missing out not taking it.

References:

i. My haigas: https://wordpress.com/posts/mondaymorninghaiga.wordpress.com

ii. My Cool Places blog: https://hepdenerose.wordpress.com/

iii. My Cool Places 2 blog: https://wordpress.com/posts/hepdenerose2.wordpress.com

iv. Shat’s gimmicky rail sale video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iheo0km3xHE

v. Tales from the Co-op: Notes on life, the universe and stuff that sucks: Tales from the Co-op Vol 5 (maryc1000.blogspot.com)

Part 66 – Looney Tunes

 “(it) should set alarm bells ringing in government…They must immediately explain to the public whether this exponential growth suggests the country is in line for a severe third wave…” (Layla Moran)

Bonkers Bangers

Haiga – Effervescence

Even with the meditation soundtrack, I’d slept poorly and started another warm, partially sunny but humid week wobbly and fatigued.  Phil also struggled, particularly with his eyes.  I stayed abed much of the time, rising occasionally for sustenance and small chores.

After posting blogs Monday, I brushed dirty specks off the bed when a rip appeared in the quilt cover.  It must have already been wearing thin, as was my patience at still being ill and yet more fixing to do!  We took washing and recycling out and spotted a box perched on a planter near the door.  That explained the feeble knock I’d heard the previous day.  Phil claimed he looked and saw nothing.  Still, I was glad to get the replacement cafétiere jug.  As I rinsed disgusting bins under the outside tap, the woman staying next door stoop on her doorstep.  We compared health notes.  I mentioned I wasn’t well and she reported often having low energy levels.  Hungry and exhausted after the niggly jobs, I took my lunch to bed, and wrote until the laptop overheated.  Phil went to the co-op to find still no lettuce – nowt to do with Brexit!

The Government faced a backbench revolt over cuts to the foreign aid budget.  Speaker of the House ruled a proposed amendment was outside the scope of the Aria bill* but rebuked ministers for not allowing MPs to vote on the cut and forced an emergency debate Tuesday (with a non-binding vote).  On a break after leaving TIT in April, The Dildo considered applying for CE of NHS England.  What qualified her for that? We may well wonder.  Small-minded Save Our Statues campaigners block-booked tickets for Bristol’s M shed museum to stop people visiting the Edward Colston exhibition.  Spain welcomed British tourists who couldn’t go.

The HIGNFY repeat mentioned the Iota variant originating in New York and revealed that Lord Geidt investigated The Cock’s links to Topwood, predictably concluding that like Boris, he only slightly bent the rules.  Why did the media not mention this earlier?  Maybe they didn’t give an iota.

Waking lots in the early hours, Tuesday began dozily.  We celebrated ocean day with sea-themed baths.  Foamy radox provided sea minerals and body wash added sea salt.  Phil also played with the rubber fish.  I fetched coffee and returned to bed to write, distracted by baby jackdaws hopping about on the shed roof.  Probably nesting atop our terrace, their exploratory flights were cute and comical but noisy!  After posting an entry on Cool Placesi, I had to stop working with head fug.  Attempts to rest were futile in the muggy heat.  I’d just given up when it turned cloudy and cool.  I finally put winter jumpers away, stitched the ripped quilt cover, sorted books to give away and went to the kitchen to take stuff out of the freezer for dinner when a mountain of frozen veg spilt on the floor – grr!

6,048 new covid cases and 13 deaths were announced.  Wales led the jab table with 86.5% of adults immunised.  Over 25’s in England were called up while in Scotland, 18-29 year olds were invited to register for appointments from mid-June.

Cases in India down to 100,000, limited re-opening occurred but the continuing march of the Delta variant led to 5.7m people going ‘under advice’ in Greater Manchester and Lancashire.  The Cock announced a ‘strengthened package of support’ involving army help, testing in schools and better communication with disadvantaged groups.  Burnman wanted earlier release of vaccine supplies too.  Areas of Yorkshire offered PCR tests included Walsden, Todmorden, Warley and parts of Halifax.  Following a ‘downbeat’ briefing of ministers by Chris Witless and Pat Valance, Jeremy C**t predicted a delay to unlocking of only 2 weeks.  With all vulnerable groups offered 2 doses, Steve Baker of CRG railed: “if this brilliant milestone isn’t enough, nothing will ever get us out of this.”  However, David King told Sky News inoculated people could still get infected and long covid.  I felt cheated!  A health & social care committee report warned of an ‘emergency’.  Thousands of vacancies, excessive workloads and burnout (44% of NHS staff had been off ill with stress) posed a ‘dangerous risk’ to future services.  Adult social care endured added ‘heartbreak’ when clients died. The plan for centralised GP records was postponed until September to allow more time for patients to opt out. 

At the Old Bailey, Wayne Couzens pleaded guilty to the kidnap and rape of Sarah Everard.  Not admitting murder, he took responsibility for her death and medical reports were pending.

As the sausage wars raged, Useless George said it would be bonkers if English bangers couldn’t be sent to Northern Ireland (NI) when the extended grace period ended.  Yes, it’s looney tunes but it’s what you signed up to!  Loyalists held regular parades and accused Boris of selling them down the river to get ‘his Brexit’.  A day later, EU negotiator Maros Sefcovic threatened ‘resolute action’.

Annular Day

Annular Eclipse from London

Not much better on Wednesday, I stayed upstairs to work on the journal and watch PMQs.  Keir asked why The school catch-up plan was so slow and less than the USA and Holland – so much for levelling up.  The Bumbler advised him ‘to do the maths’; £3bn had been pledged ‘just for starters’.  How did he work that out?  Keir called for Boris to support a labour motion that afternoon to boost the pot to £15bn and wanted to know which bit he opposed.  The PM insisted his plan was ‘a revolution’ for 6 million kids.  Keir retorted: “come off it…(he) is all over the place when it comes to education.”  Moving onto the G7, Keir queried what he was doing to make global vaccinations a reality to which Boris responded that Astra-Zeneca made up a 3rd of total worldwide distribution and claimed he was a ‘global leader.’  Keir spluttered that would be more believable if the UK wasn’t the only nation cutting the aid budget.

I was about to get lunch when the phone rang.  A volunteer from Calderdale Carers asked if I wanted an accompanied walk including tea and cake.  With a £5 budget, I almost asked if they’d seen the prices nowadays.  Instead, I ended up volunteering to help someone else get out.  She explained the registration process and we discussed creativity.  As a musician, she’d volunteered when gigs dried up and played her first one in a year over the bank holiday in Brighton.  “You wouldn’t believe how packed it was.”  “I would!”  Expressing interest in my journal, she said it was really important to document these strange times.  My dream from last week had come true!  That gave me a lift.  Registering as a volunteer, I used text I’d written for the blog’s ‘about’ page, prompting me to update it at the same time.  I rested while Phil went to the shop.  On rising, I discovered no hot water.  He’d accidentally left the tap on when cleansing groceries.

Daily cases hit 7,540 and hospitalisations were a 5th higher than at the end of the second wave earlier in the year, although CE of NHS Providers Chris Hopson said the death rate was lower.  WHO special envoy Dr. David Nabarro told Sky news: ”This virus has not gone away and in some ways it’s lurking and just waiting to strike again…please be really, really, careful…” i.e., minimise contact and wear face-masks.  Prof. of Doom Ferguson warned of a third wave.  The Good Law Project won their case in the high court who ruled the government acted illegally when awarding contract to The Scumbag’s mates, PR company Public First.  No other companies were considered thus the decision-maker showed bias.  The cabinet office replied that the issue had been addressed.  Andrew Lloyd Webber threatened to start his tawdry show on 21st June, come what may, even if he got arrested.  On Jeremey Vine, 22 year old snowflake and so-called political commentator Dominique Samuels unbelievably said he knew better than scientists when it was safe to open theatres and if people were scared of going out, they should stay in – looney selfish sociopaths of the world unite!

As I watched telly and did more stitching that evening, my head drooped and my throat felt scratchy.  I  took aspirin at bedtime in a bid to allay a relapse, quickly fell asleep but woke in the night with hot flushes.

Annular Eclipse from New York

I made a big effort to come round before the annular eclipse Thursday morning.  Phil fetched a camera and a selection of filters in the hope of catching a safe glimpse from the bedroom window.  But even straining towards the east, we struggled to even locate the sun behind thick cloud.  Phil said he was going outside.  “Okay, but leave me something to look at the sun with.”  “I can’t I’ve only got 1 UV filter.”  “Fine. I’ll make do with a cardboard box.”

After much cursing and fiddling, we spotted a brief gap in the clouds and took turns with the filter so see the deep orange disc with a bite in it before the skies greyed again.  “That was a disappointment,” he whinged.  “At least we got to see something.”  I searched for livestreams but the eclipse over by then, I settled for photos of better views from London and New York.

Humdrum normality restored, I edited the journal and photos, hung more washing out and he hoovered round.  In the evening, refreshing rain aided sleep.  Eyes shutting while reading, I succeeded in an unbroken night for the first time in years!

Jenny Harries, now CE of the new UK Health Security Agency, inanely said covid cases were up.  PHE added they rose in all age groups but more in 20-29 year olds, and in the North West.  The Cock defended the government at the commons health & social care committee.  He claimed their delay in imposing the first lockdown was ‘following expert advice’ that the public wouldn’t stick to the rules: “now that proved actually to be wrong.”  In hindsight, he wished he hadn’t followed the science.  Steve Reicher of Spi-B gasped: “this is simply untrue.”  The Cock went onto blatantly lie about PPE shortages and said they didn’t lead to NHS staff deaths.  Along with unions and the opposition, I was shocked and yelled at the telly: “but we all saw it!”  Furthermore, NAO said only 2.6bn out of 32bn items of PPE reached the frontline Feb-July 2020.  Rebutting allegations of lying with more lies, on protecting adults in care, he maintained: “evidence has shown that the strongest route into care homes was community transmission.” (i.e., not his policy of decanting infected patients from hospital).  He had ‘no idea’ why The Scumbag hated him but knew the aide wanted him fired because there was a leak and now he knew the source.  He said it was ‘telling’ that Dom hadn’t produced any evidence and communication and decision-making had improved since he left Downing Street in November, reflected by greater public trust. Eh?

Ahead of the G7 summit, Carrie and Jill walked on the beach at Carbis Bay while Oirish Joe and The Bumbler discussed  an Atlantic Charter, covid, climate change, defence and security, travel and Brexit.  It was later revealed that Joe told Boris to ‘maintain the peace’ in NI.  This was after the American charge d’affaires, Yael Lempert met Lord Frost on 3rd June to deliver a demarché  (formal protest).  The Times reported that he said if Boris accepted EU agricultural standards, Joe would ensure it didn’t ‘negatively affect the chances of reaching a USA/UK free trade deal’.

NSA Jake Sullivan confirmed the president had a ‘rock solid belief’ in the God Friday Agreement and it “must be protected.”  Von De Leyen insisted the EU had been flexible but the NI protocol must stay.  Newscast talked to an ex-diplomat who stressed America wanted the NI issue sorted out, but weren’t  apportioning blame while a document on the Good Friday agreement made no mention of the EU as they weren’t signatories.  On QT, Lucy Powell reiterated the UK should align with EU agricultural rules.  Yanis Varoufakis said we ‘can’t have it 3 ways’, with no border on the mainland or in the Irish Sea or any checks. On the other hand, the EU were being unreasonable.  He’d know about that alight!  Gillian Keegan, former apprentice and tory minister for apprenticeships, now realised contracts between governments were ‘at a different level than in business’ – duh!  That’s what you got recruiting ministers via reality TV – absolute morons!  She also called footballers taking the knee ‘divisive’.  Only if you’re racist!  On the prospect of extended lockdown, Kavita Oberoi knew 21 year olds with covid and wanted local measures to contain surges.  Lucy asked what was plan b if we didn’t unlock?

Bells and Whistles

Begging Baby

Rousing at 8 a.m. Friday, I definitely couldn’t remember waking during the night.  Feeling refreshed, I attempted exercise and immediately slumped again.  Phil fetched breakfast but still iffy, he fell back to sleep on top of the bed.  He managed a trip to the co-op for weekend essentials later. Suspecting a frustratingly slow laptop presaged an update, I let MS do its stuff during lunch.  The only difference I saw was a stupid weather thing in the toolbar.  Far too warm and noisy, I got a meagre 5 minutes rest in the afternoon.  An e-mail from Calderdale Carers had gone in the junk folder.  I sent a reply apologising for the delay.  The first game of Euro 2020 about to kick off, I printed the fixtures chart and watched Italy play Turkey.  We switched to watching films after a boring first half, later discovering there were 3 goals before the final whistle – well, you know what they say…  In contrast to ‘divisive’ comments from ministers, Downing Street insisted Boris supported players taking the knee and urged fans not to boo them.

Although deaths stayed low, hospitalisations rose and PHE confirmed 42,323 cases of the Delta variant – 29,892 more than last week, and 94% of total infections.  Layla Moran said it “should set alarm bells ringing in government as we approach 21st June…They must immediately explain to the public whether this exponential growth suggests the country is in line for a severe third wave, and if so what it is doing to prevent it.”  Nick Thomas-Symonds added: “the pace at which cases…continue to rise is deeply worrying and is putting the lifting of restrictions at risk. The blame for this lies with the PM and his reckless refusal to act on Labour’s repeated warnings to secure our borders against covid and its variants.”  At the G7, the USA pledged 500m vaccines and the UK 100m, over the next 2 years (5m by September, 25m more by the end of 2021, the rest in 2022).  Gordon Brown said it wasn’t enough.  UNICEF and the Wellcome Foundation wanted 1bn doses this year and $18bn for testing.  Boris refused to agree to an intellectual property waiver but said leaders had a duty to ensure post-pandemic recovery was inclusive.  Agreements were also made on climate change and a global programme for education with £5bn to help 40m girls.  Formal dinner was taken at the Eden project, with the queen and princes.

I felt a lot better Saturday morning, despite a slight hangover (unfair after a mere 4 small glasses of wine the night before).  Time drifted somewhat and it was pretty late when we’d bathed and breakfasted and decided to chance a short walk on the canal. Loitering outside, the woman next door arrived and said I looked well.  On the towpath, we stopped to check progress of the anti-flood works and watched a baby jackdaw hilariously trying to jump from a slagheap through a fence and raucously beg food from mum.  Stand-out purple and yellow blossom provided material for my weekly haigaii.  Side-stepping scrounging geese and inconsiderate cyclists who didn’t ring warning bells, we proceeded westwards to the basin.  Barge cruisers, strollers and al-fresco drinkers created a holiday air.  Seeing The Biker on his houseboat, I gave him the photos I’d opportunely printed out and stuck in my rucksack.  Very hungry, we returned via backstreets.  Phil wet into town on a quick errand while I looked for easy dinner options in the co-op and found a chicken peri-peri meal in the reduced section.

A WhatsApp message from Elder Sis informed us she’d been impressively awarded a gong in the queen’s birthday honours list.  I tried ringing for more information but with 4 different numbers to choose from, wasn’t sure which to use.  Phil googled the list, which vaguely stated the MBE was ‘for services to HMRC’.  I exchanged messages with her later to learn only 3 civil servants per year received one.  Awesome!

Almost falling asleep after a late lunch, we nipped outside in the hope fresh air would help and chatted to the young couple barbecuing in the community garden with their now-walking toddler.  Granny (an old pub mate) sat beneath the wall but didn’t appear talkative.  Aware she had health issues lately, I took no offence.  Another young neighbour asked if his van was okay parked near our bench.  “Yes, as long as you don’t back into my tree.”  We imparted some history on the formation of the community garden.  They were aghast to learn it covered a hole that suddenly appeared one day and the land was almost sold to developers.

Achy and tired on Sunday, we whinged about the weather; warm but overcast.  Wall-to-wall sunshine they said.  Hottest day of the year they said.  Yeah, in London!  Phil stitched up an old pair of flares acquired at a jumble sale years ago.  I worked on blogs, washed rugs, put a load of recycling out and waved to The Toddler.  Dad said he’d been enthusiastically waving and shouting ‘hello!’ since he spotted me from inside the car, bless him.  Not sure why he’d taken to me, Phil laughed: “toddler brains are weird.”  Charming!  In the Euros. England beat Croatia 1-0.  Raheem Stirling’s goal was set up by Leeds United player Kalvin Phillips.  Danish footballer Christian Erikson had a heart attack playing Finland.  The whistle was blown but the match resumed later in the evening which seemed poor form even if he wasn’t dead.  That night, we soaked in fluffy baths to soothe aches and pains.  Midnight by then, I struggled to get any sleep.  I dropped off with the help of the meditation soundtrack only to wake in very early light.

Leaks presaged the official announcement on lockdown easing Monday.  Boris said he’d look at hospital admissions beforehand, but we all knew there’d be a  delay; of 4 weeks rather than 2.  In Cornwall, Mini Macron set alarm bells off saying NI wasn’t the same country as the rest of Britain, Oirish Joe went to mass and Boris went swimming.  He could’ve at least feigned being catholic for more than a fortnight after getting hitched in Westminster Cathedral!

* Aria – Advanced research and invention agency

References:

i. My Cool Places blog: https://hepdenerose.wordpress.com/

ii. My haigas: https://wordpress.com/posts/mondaymorninghaiga.wordpress.com

Part 57 – Line of Acronyms

“In the event that I am reincarnated, I would like to return as a deadly virus, to contribute to solving overpopulation” (Prince Philip)

Barking Mad

Haiga – Pastorale i

Patches of white lay atop roofs on a sunny Easter Monday.  Phil slept in while I exercised and did free puzzles in Metro.  After a late breakfast of toasted hot cross buns, I posted blogs, just finishing as the skies turned changeable.  Itching to go out, we debated whether to visit town for a burnt snack and the virtual duck race, thought better of it and agreed to escape ‘up tops’ instead.  Things became a bit fraught as we prepared to leave the house, and I feared we’d miss the next bus.  I needn’t have worried.  Although it had sounded quieter than the previous 2 insanely busy days, cars streamed on the main road.  A traffic jam stretched to bridge.  “That’s people not going to the virtual duck race,” I quipped.

Predictably late as a consequence, a few other passengers rode the bus, all alighting in the first village.  We got off at the junction of a country lane where adorable spring lambs eyed us curiously from patchwork fields as we passed.  At the farm shop, only one customer was allowed in at a time.  I waited to buy pop and we stood in a patch of sun, well away from a couple drinking beer and a picnicking family.  A large sow snuffled at straw inside the barn behind us.  Manic squealing ensued as a litter of piglets clambered and tugged at each other to feed.  Mindful of social distancing, we in turn jockeyed for position with small children and a pair of women also peered over the metal gate to witness the spectacle.

Walking down to the clough, we were chased by dogs where the path crossed farmland.  I yelled at the woman who’d appeared near the farmhouse: “It’s not on! This is a public right of way!”  Shaken by the encounter, we got off their land as quickly as possible.  In the clough, straggling family groups and elderly men impeded our progress to the garlic fields for the second forage of the season.

Proceeding home via the bridleway, a horse rider thanked us for standing on the verge for her to pass.  A woman accompanied by 2 kids and 2 spaniels walked the opposite way.  “Oh no, it’s the stupidest, craziest of all dog breeds,” Phil tittered.  One of the dogs broke from the group and bounded towards us. 

Braced for another stressful experience, it veered off the path, apparently chasing a deer.  I suggested to the woman she put her dogs on leads.  “What?”  “You need to put your dogs on leads. There are deer here.”  “I live here!”  she responded.  “Your dog just chased a deer!”  “Ooh, scary!” she laughed.  Angered by the incident and by inconsiderate dog-owners in general, I asked Phil: “I live here? What the hell does that mean?“  “That she owns the place?  “Well, she should care more about the bloody wildlife then, shouldn’t she. Cold-hearted bitch!”  Recalling the horse rider, I considered it barking mad that dogs didn’t have to be kept on leads on a bridleway.  However, owners were required to control them so they didn’t intimidate animals, or people for that matter, on any public right of way. (for a fuller description of the walk, see Cool Placesii).

In the evening, our walking friend texted to ask if we fancied going to another garlic spot the next day.  Although we’d just got a pile, I was always up for a new harvesting place and said yes.  At bedtime, I was troubled by recurring thoughts of encounters with dogs and the drone of railway engineering works.  Hard to sleep, I tried earplugs, then the meditation tape, then the noise suddenly stopped enabling a few fitful hours.

Covid cases dropped 44% and hospitalisations by a quarter in the past week.  The Boris Briefing confirmed the next step (or ‘waymark’) on the roadmap would proceed next week.  Hairdressers, beer gardens and shops could re-open, with extended hours up to 10 p.m. but social distancing still in place.  Covid Status Certification set to be trialled, The Bumbler promised we wouldn’t need them for “the shops, pub garden or hairdressers on Monday.”  He stopped short of saying they wouldn’t be required inside pubs in May.  70 MPs set to vote against the Covid Passes, including 40 tories, Rachel Reeves said Labour didn’t see the point with the success of the vaccine programme.  Boris made no pledges on travel but confirmed a traffic lights system with more details due later in the week.  From Friday, everyone could have 2 tests per week.  While we wondered what the point was and where the cash was going, the government said it would be paid for out of the existing TIT budget.  So was it a ruse to justify Dildo’s existence?  Allyson Pollock of Newcastle University called it a “scandalous waste of money” and warned that as cases fell, false-positives would rise and people forced to needlessly self-isolate.

Egged On

Floral Splendour

After a freezing night, Tuesday also started sunny and cold with a sprinkling of white. Chores done, we planned an early lunch before meeting our walking friend.  Suddenly, small snowflakes started to fall.  I rang her to say there was no chance of going garlic-picking and parried her efforts to persuade me otherwise.  “I knew something like this would happen,” she said, “I thought one flake of snow, and Mary will cry off.”  “And I knew you’d try and talk me into it!” We had a laugh and nattered about her new semi-retired life, antibodies, vaccines, and meeting up soon.  As a mixture of wintry showers plagued the afternoon, the temperature plummeted.  Glad I’d stood firm, it also gave me chance to catch up on editing photos and writing.  The din of night-time engineering was replaced by caterwauling on the street below.  Thankfully, it didn’t interfere with sleep as much.

As the blood clot issue re-surfaced, Boris went to the AZ* plant in Macclesfield to be quizzed on concerns the vaccine caused CVT*.  He directed us to the MHRA* where studies were ongoing but trials on youngsters were halted.  He insisted there was ‘no data’ to suggest deviating from the roadmap out of lockdown while SPI-M* warned of a rise at the final stage in June.  The Cock claimed Valneva produced a ‘strong immune response’ although this was only based on a study of 153 people.  Cases in Chile rose even though 37% of the population had at least 1 dose of Sinovax.  Reportedly due to complacency, travel in or out of the country was banned for a month.  Concerns over the Chinese vaccine would emerge later in the week.  Australia and NZ* agreed to allow travel between the two without quarantine.  Here, Border Force claimed 40% of 40,000 fliers into the UK* and 90% of travellers on Eurostar were tourists.  The government denied it.  Airline bosses moaned that holidays would ‘costa packet’, with up to 6 PCR* tests required (lab analysis making them better at detecting variants than rapid flow tests).  Irene Hays appeared on BBC Breakfast to laud ‘sea-cations’ (aka Brexit cruises).  The latest Yorkshire fire entailed a recycling pile in Doncaster – what was it with daft fires in this county?

A similar picture Wednesday, I hoovered, wrote and went to the co-op for a hefty top-up shop.  School holidays still on, hordes hithered and dithered in the aisles.  Obviously too cold for coffee-cupping today!  Already stressed, I swore at a young man behind me at the till who didn’t wait for me to move before slamming a box of beer down on the conveyor belt.  I rushed to the end where the cashier asked me if I was alright.  “Some people just don’t give a shit,” I complained, to which she nodded.  On exiting, I removed my face mask.  My specs promptly fell on the pavement making me swear again.  Hands full, I struggled to the zebra and glared at a speeding driver.  He screeched to a halt.  I paused at the corner to sort myself out when Geordie Neighbour approached.  We walked and talked back to our street, about the weather and the discomfort of extreme walking.  I mentioned the ace job his partner had done on the community garden and told him some of the history of the land; we’d collaborated with a couple of neighbours and councillors to rescue it from auction some years ago.  Developing neck pain later, I cursed myself for using dam rucksacks when shopping.  A massage and shifting into a more comfy position helped somewhat at bedtime.

The MHRA issued new guidance to not use AZ on those under 30.  Though not confirmed it caused clots, Jenny Raine said the evidence was ‘firming up’.  An estimated 6,000 lives saved and only 19 deaths out of 20 million vaccines given, The EMA* wanted the ‘very rare side effects’ listed on packs and people with blood disorders to consult their doctor.  JCVI’s* Anthony Harnden assured us detection of the possible link showed the ‘yellow card’ system worked and it was no more risky than pregnancy, taking the contraceptive pill, or taking a long-haul flight.  As the SNP* and Labour ruled out backing proposals on Covid Passes, Keir called messaging a mess: “only a few weeks ago the prime minister was saying he was thinking of vaccine passports to go to the pub – now he says isn’t. One day he’s talking about tests – then certificates. It’s a complete mess.”  Ian Blackford added: “the tory position has been mired in confusion and contradiction.”  CRG* deputy chair Steve Baker warned the proposed document would lead to a “miserable dystopia of Checkpoint Britain.”  However, domestic certificates would likely be wrapped up with nigh inevitable international covid passports, to garner more votes.  With only 8% of Brazilians vaccinated, the P1 variant led to 4,000 deaths in a day.  More transmissible and infecting young people, it spread throughout South America and across the globe.  Deliveroo denied IWGB* claims that hundreds took part in strike action, saying their drivers were happy.  Shares rose slightly after a shaky start last week.

Another boring day, Thursday I aimed to do yoga in the afternoon but by the time a heap of chores were done, I’d had enough and lay down to rest instead.  The roses Phil bought me at Easter had bloomed into a fabulous floral splendour, providing a splash of colour to a dull midweek.

18,000 new trains were arriving in time for Monday’s non-essential shopping trips.  A study of 150,000 people indicated jabs broke the link between Covid and death but the number of hearts on the wall alongside St. Thomas’ Hospital still grew.  It was odd I didn’t ever walk that way when I worked there many moons ago.  Philippine president Duerte shielded from his staff who all had Covid.  As ‘the troubles’ rumbled on, Stormont held an emergency sitting and Brad Lewis went to Belfast for urgent talks.  Wednesday night, a bus was hijacked and burnt, and factions clashed either side of a gate on the so-called peace wall, between Shankill Road and Springfield Road.  Teenagers threw missiles and petrol bombs.  PSNI* fired rubber bullets and water cannons, just like the old days.  The next night, community workers formed a human chain to prevent rioters reaching the gate at Lanark Way.  Commentators cited a number of causes including a backlash against an IRA funeral last summer, the Brexit border in the Irish Sea and ‘increased rancour in the political sphere’.  Loyalists were accused of egging on rioting youths.  Interviewed on BBC news, a young man called Joel said people saw Sinn Fein winning and Loyalists under attack.

Adding to the 4 known forces of physics (gravity, electromagnetism, the strong force and the weak force) a new one was allegedly found.  When muons were fired into a circular magnetic track, they wobbled.  The elliptical result prompted Phil to call them ‘eggons’.  The STFC* said it gave: “strong evidence for the existence of an undiscovered sub-atomic particle or new force” but not conclusive proof.  Smiley Prof. Brian Cox enthused: “It would be the biggest discovery in particle physics for many years.”  Shamelessly touting his upcoming Horizons tour, I laughed: “he’s  nicked Count Arthur Strong’s idea. Well, that’s one way of dealing with merciless piss-taking!”

The Final Wipe-Down

Blue Snow

Starting to feel ill the night before, I tried a few stretches Friday morning before succumbing to the inevitable.  Back in bed, I worked on the laptop to post a composite of the last 2 foraging trips on Cool Places.  Phil worked downstairs, brought me lunch and went to the co-op for weekend supplies.  Hoping to catch afternoon quiz shows, I turned the telly on to discover that Prince Philip had died.  Incessant news coverage ensued, leading to 1000,000 official complaints.  I whinged to an empty room.  Accepting they had to do this stuff, I didn’t see why it had to be on all the channels, all the time.  The endless cycle of toadying didn’t even include any of the Duke of Edinburgh’s famous gaffes (see example above).

Launching his ‘framework for travel’, Shats used classic double-speak, NOT saying don’t book foreign holidays.  The DfT* refused to confirm they’d be allowed from 17th May, said there’d be an initial assessment early May and a review 28th June to see if ‘measures could be rolled back’.  Shats admitted PCR tests were expensive and was trying to bring costs down.  Jet2 extended the suspension of flights until June due to a lack of clarity.  As UCL* modelling predicted herd immunity would be reached in time for pub and shop re-opening Monday, Debenhams was holding a fire sale at 97 stores.  Vaccine hesitancy amongst ethnic minorities reportedly dropped to 6%, the Kent virus was now dominant in the USA*, and Slovakia said the Russian Sputnik V vaccine was rubbish.

I managed a few hours kip that night but woke in the early light at 6.00 a.m.  Car doors slammed and people prattled inanely.  Either the shed people or the flat residents had apparently been to an all-nighter.

Still ailing at the weekend, I only ventured downstairs for short spells.  Most of the time, I sat abed, writing and watching telly.  BBC 1 still showed interminable coverage of the dead duke including a noon gun salute and a remembrance service, but at least it wasn’t all the channels like Friday.  Saturday, I tried to ignore the unremitting chatter of the flat residents in their garden.  On his return from shopping, I told Phil it was doing my nut in and suspected it was them I’d heard coming home at 6.00 a.m.  “We used to be like that when we were young,” he reminded me. “Yes, but not in a time of Covid!”

Sunday began startlingly bright as overnight snowfall dramatically reflected a blue sky.  It was beautiful but hurt my eyes, especially as I attempted to capture the stunning scene on camera.  By the time we’d bathed and breakfasted, most of the snow had melted.  It became grey and cold as the sun went in.  Freezing and achy, I went back to bed and draft-posted the next instalment of the journal.  More snow fell later, but the soggy flakes didn’t stick.  Although not unusual to have wintry showers in April, I’d never known it snow this late before.

Spoof Poster

Phil ventured to the convenience store in a clear spell, reporting town inevitably busy in anticipation of pubs opening in the morning.  News media dubbed it ‘the final wipe-down’ and featured extra outdoor seating sprawled across pub carparks and pavements.  “It’s all looking a bit medieval,” he laughed. Inspired to mock the latest government campaigns, my spoof poster only got one laugh on Facebook – what was wrong with people?

I stayed up to watch Line of Duty – or Line of Acronyms as we now called it – just about keeping apace of the lingo as they prated about AC-12, CHIS, OCG and MIT*.  I returned to bed with a heavy head as though a weight pressed down above my eyes.  The drone of railway engineering works again mitigated attempts to sleep.  Using earplugs and the meditation tape, I eventually dropped into fractious slumber.

As vaccinations reached 32m and 7.5m had 2 doses, Phil said only 7 people died of Covid.  I agreed that seemed negligible, but figures at the weekend were always lower due to reporting lags.  George Fu Gao, head of the CCDCI* said something needed to be done to address the poor efficacy of Sinovax, just above 50%.  After his comments went viral, social media posts were deleted and Gao later claimed his comments were misinterpreted.

Rishi’s text replies to David Camoron on the Greensill issue were published; he was ‘pushing for alternatives’ but with ‘no guarantees.’  It then emerged that in 2019, the ex-PM lobbied for Greensill to be given NHS contracts.  Drinks with Matt Cock were apparently ‘a social occasion’ so didn’t have to be reported, and broke no rules.  Would that be the rules Camoron drew up?  He later said he should have used the proper channels.  Labour replied that if rules weren’t broken, it was because they weren’t strict enough.  In advance of publication Thursday, former tory minister Alan Duncan’s memoirs had already been serialised in The Daily Mail.  He hilariously called The Glove-Puppet an unctuous freak, Gavin Salesman a venomous self-seeking little shit, Nasty Patel a nightmare, and The Bumbler an embarrassing buffoon.

*Lines of acronyms:

AZ – Astra-Zeneca

CVT – Cerebral Venous Thrombosis

MHRA – Medicines and Health Products Regulatory Agency

SPI-M – Scientific Pandemic Influenza Group on Modelling

NZ – New Zealand

UK – United Kingdom

PCR – Polymerase Chain Reaction

EMA – European Medicines Agency

JCVI – Joint Committee for Immunisation and Vaccination

SNP – Scottish Nationalist Party

CRG – Covid Recovery Group

IWGB – Independent Workers of Great Britain

PSNI – Police Service Northern Ireland

STFC – Science and Technology Facilities Council

DFT – Department for Transport

UCL – University College London

USA – United Sates of America

AC (as in AC-12) – Anti Corruption

CHIS – Covert Human Intelligence Source

OCG – Organised Crime Group

MIT – Murder Investigation Team

CCDCI – Chinese Centre for Disease Control and Infection

References:

i. My haigas: https://wordpress.com/posts/mondaymorninghaiga.wordpress.com

ii. My Cool Places blog: https://hepdenerose.wordpress.com/

Part 51 – Magic, Mayhem and Mystery

“Boris Johnson appears to have finally learned a lesson about the dangers of overpromising and underdelivering” (Devi Sridhar)

Magic Monday

Haiga – Popping Out i

Very achy at the start of the week, it was a struggle to get up.  A typical Monday mired in nasty jobs was brightened somewhat when I took the rubbish out by sightings of the sun and several neighbours.  Exchanging pleasantries with the woman next door, the elderly couple emerged for a stroll.  We compared health notes.  She’d unfortunately had another fall but celebrated her birthday with balloons and an opera singer performing outside.  I’d heard nothing from my sickbed on the other side of the house.  Phil later said he had.  “She must have been good, it sounded like a recording.” “It’s a pity the rest of the terrace didn’t know. We could have stood on our doorsteps to enjoy the magic.”  Enquiring if they’d had the jab, he had.  She declared “no chance!”  “Oh come on! If they wanted to put chips in us, they’d have done it decades ago. And anyway, Google can already track you.”  Chuckling, he said: “I’ve told her, who’d want to track us?”  “Good point!” I laughed

Forcing myself to rise again on Tuesday, Phil offered to take on the chores.  But fed up with so much time in bed, I persevered with cleaning, writing and a trip to the co-op – not too stressful for once.  Paying at the kiosk, my member’s card did a vanishing trick.  An old acquaintance appeared just in time to indicate its location on the floor.  Aching from the heavy load, I rested in the afternoon which helped my back but not my brain.

As deaths were down almost a quarter, a PHS study found ‘spectacular’ hospitalisation reductions of 94% after a dose of the Oxford/AZ vaccine, 85% for Pfizer and 75% in the over 80’s.  Schools in Wales and Scotland re-started and Sturgeon announced the ‘stay at home order’ would end north of the border on 5th April with a return to the system of levels.

The anticipated roadmap out of lockdown dominated English news.  Following a Commons session, Boris gave a Monday evening press briefing.  Calling the 4-step plan a ‘one way road to freedom’, but undertaken ‘with utmost care’ with 5 weeks between each step to assess the effect on 4 ‘safety tests’ (numbers vaccinated, effectiveness in reducing hospitalisation and death, rates of infection, and emergence of mutants strains).  He promised no tiers or curfews but said regional lockdowns were an option to supress surges.  Warning of ‘trade-offs’ with more deaths and hospital cases, he maintained there was no such thing as a ‘Covid-free Britain’ and we’d have to live with it like flu.  I reflected on the lack of a flu season during the winter.  That didn’t happen by magic.  Had they learnt nothing from the reduction in touching and breathing on each other?  Saying they’d be ‘lead by the data, not dates’, The Bumbler proceeded to reel off a list of dates for each step:

Step 1 – 8th March – schools and colleges to open with twice-weekly testing and masks for secondary pupils.  Students on practical university courses could return but the rest would stay on-line, to be reviewed at Easter.   We could have a ‘coffee on a bench’ with 1 other person and 1 regular visitor would be allowed for care home residents.

29th March – The ‘stay at home’ order ended but we should still keep local.  We could meet as groups of 6 or as 2 households outdoors, including private gardens.  Outdoor sport and playgroups could resume, capped at 15 participants.  There was no mention of going to the office or using public transport.

Step 2 – 12th April – non-essential shops, gyms and salons would re-open, pubs and restaurants could serve alcohol outdoors and self-catering domestic overnight stays were permitted, including camping.  Outdoor venues like zoos and theme parks, indoor play areas, libraries and community centres could also open.

Step 3 – 17th May – indoor mixing of 6 people or 2 households and up to 30 people outdoors, was permitted.  All hospitality, cinemas, theatres, concert halls and sports venues could open, with half-capacity crowds.  Adult sport and indoor classes were allowed.  Hotels and B&Bs could open and foreign holidays may be possible.

Step 4 – 21st June – all legal limits on social contact would be removed thus enabling greater indoor mixing, nightclubbing and larger events such as festivals.  There was no mention of face coverings or social-distancing rules, although a review was planned.

There’d be pilots of larger crowds and consideration of a ‘Covid Status Certification’ for international travel, later muted to include access to pubs as well as planes.  Foreign holiday bookings jumped 7-fold overnight.  As The Bumbler confirmed Tuesday that the Glove-puppet would lead the review, he said he was optimistic but “nothing can be guaranteed.”  Mike Tildesley warned: “There are certain areas (inner city, deprived)…where vaccine uptake is not high… if we do get these pockets of infection…we could have a more significant risk.”

4 scientists responded in The Guardian.  Devi Sridhar said while Boris had finally learned a lesson on overpromising and underdelivering, there were still problems to overcome.  She advocated a measles approach to public health, involving vaccines, mass testing and supported isolation. “The imminent risk now is the full return of schools on 8th March leading to uncontrolled transmission.”  Jennifer Dowd of Oxford University added opening schools with little mitigation in place was risky.

SPI-M’s Graham Medley maintained: “Balancing the amount of social contact with the speed of the vaccine roll-out will allow us to exit the epidemic with minimal damage from now on. This will not be the end of Covid-19, and there will be more twists in the tale. But the next few months will be a key step in learning how to live with it.”  SPI-B’s Stephen Reicher intoned: “whether this roadmap will ensure an ‘irreversible’ lifting of restrictions is again found in the detail.”  A sustainable long-term strategy always was ‘and is still’ lacking.  He advocated other measures besides vaccinations including improved TIT, resources to self-isolate, common standards to make places ‘Covid safe’ and proper border controls.ii

Merry Mayhem

Snow Moon

I awoke far too early on Wednesday, fatigued and slightly nasal.  Phil also felt a bit ill.  After a dose of Echinacea, I got going on life admin and writing.  During my siesta, I succeeded in 10 minutes’ mindfulness, promptly expelled copious amounts of wind and felt much better all round.  Had I expelled stress too?  A much better night-time sleep confirmed the theory.

Keir Starmer was exacerbated by another PMQs ‘with no answers’.  Quizzed on financial support, Boris called Kier a ‘rocking stool’, said his agenda was ‘paltry’ and advised he wait for next week’s budget.  Ian Blackford wanted to know if there’d be another decade of tory austerity.  Boris didn’t answer and deflected the question to rant about the SNP wanting to break up Britain.

Following a campaign by DJ Jo Wiley, some people with learning disabilities would be prioritised in the vaccine queue.  It was up to GPs to identify them.  Neil Ferguson idiotically predicted the ‘road map’ end-date might be sooner than 21st June if the vaccine roll-out exceeded expectations.  Van Dam disagreed: “I don’t want to blow it.”  USA deaths reached 500,000 but their vaccine programme was progressing at last.  Gwyneth Poltroon shared barmy treatments for long-Covid including ‘intuitive fasting’ and infrared saunas.  Top NHS Prof. Stephen Powis diplomatically said her methods were “not really the solutions we’d recommend.”  Latitude, Reading and Leeds summer festivals were going ahead.  Would revellers need a jab passport?  What about under 18’s who weren’t inoculated?  It could be a merry mayhem of a Covid-fest!

Thursday was altogether much cheerier.  We both felt much better and sun streamed through the windows.  Phil helped clear cobwebs dangling from the bedroom ceiling.  I spent the rest of the day drafting an article for Valley Life magazineiii, adding layers to the Photoshop collage, and going to the market.  No queue at the fish van but a limited choice reminded me of Phil’s experience a couple of weeks ago when there was an absence of shellfish.  The Fishmonger blamed the famine on Rick Stein telling everyone to eat it now it wasn’t getting to Europe.  One of the veg stalls stocked fabled rhubarb from the magical triangle.  The sticks fell out of my bag near the riverside steps.   Stopping to re-pack, coffee-cuppers and whooping toddlers made me anxious.  In spite of my efforts, they fell out again.  A hipster behind me said “you need that.”  “Indeed. Ever since it was featured on Sunday Brunch, I’ve been thinking: rhubarb!”  Emerging from a late afternoon rest, Phil immediately shut the curtains against the dusk as the temperature plummeted.

The alert level down from 5 to 4, the NHS was at less risk of being overwhelmed.  The Queen appeared on zoom and advised people to think of others, but didn’t say they were selfish for not having the jab, as the Daily Mail screamed in typical melodramatic style.  Emergence of the SA variant in Ealing led to surge testing while Moderna’s tweaked vaccine could be available soon.

Teachers welcomed school catch-up funding to include summer schools, but wanted a longer-term strategy.  Teacher assessments were confirmed in place of exams.  With  tests optional, some warned of inflated grades.  Against a backdrop of rising unemployment, The TUC said it was twice as high among the BAME community compared to whites.  Asda announced a ‘structural shift’ due to more internet shopping and less cash use, threatening 5,000 jobs, but 4,500 new online jobs were promised.  Dodds said councils should be allowed to take over empty shops.  Evil tech villain Musk’s skylink provided super-fast broadband in rural areas at an astronomical £89 per month.  It sounded spookily like Skynet in The Terminator.  Question Time sparked debate on jab passports.  What was to stop businesses having their own?  Shats tried to defend The Cock’s claim there was never a shortage of PPE, even though we all remembered the mayhem in over-stretched and under-resourced hospitals.  Jo Grady called it blatantly misleading.

An almost-full bright moon mitigated against sleep.  Even with use of the meditation soundtrack, my slumber was disjointed.  Thus I rose later than planned on Friday and had to get a move on to be ready for the Ocado delivery.  Unloading a pile of cans and bottles, the driver observed: “Not many people order Mateus.”  “Did you know it was the very first rose wine?  “Really? My mum used to drink it.”  “She’s probably my age then!”  Feeling old, I struggled to get the bags to the kitchen, even with Phil’s help carrying the heaviest.  “He sounded like a right Rupert.”  “I guess he’s had to redeploy with all the hipster bars shut.”  Exhausted, I collapsed on the sofa.

Egg Shelf Notice

Unfortunately, I still needed some stuff for the weekend.  Hoping to find treats for Phil’s birthday in the co-op, I declined his offer to accompany me.  “After all, grocery shops are virtually the only place I can get your presents.”  “I don’t mind extra food.”  “It’s a good job!”  Searching for items, I saw notices on the egg shelf denoting continuation of the cardboard shortage.  I asked my mate at the kiosk if could put the trolley-load through.  He apologetically but understandably refused.  Avoiding an altercation with the cowbag, cashier, I used the adjacent till. 

A lorry at shed boy’s place blocked the steps so I trudged the longer way home.  Alerted by the evening news to the appearance of a full Snow Moon, we paused film-night to take photos outside.  Phil provided expert tips resulting in superior shots to any of my previous efforts.

Unions blasted the decision not to bump police and teachers up the vaccination priority list.  Chair of the Police Federation John Apter said: “This is a very deep and damaging betrayal and will not be forgotten.”  Was that a threat?  Would there be mayhem on un-patrolled streets?  Paul Whiteman, NAHT, whinged: “the government has let them (teachers) down at every turn.”  Wei Shem Lin of JCV defended sticking to age criteria: “structuring an entire mass vaccination programme around occupations would be even more difficult.”

In an appeal brought by the Home Office, The Supreme Court ruled that ISIS child-bride Shamima Begum would pose a security risk if she was allowed into the country to appeal against having her British citizenship withdrawn.  David Davis tweeted it was a ‘disappointing verdict…the UK cannot simply wash our hands of Brits in Syrian camps’.  Quite.  And why couldn’t they put measures in place to ensure she wasn’t a threat?

Due to a late night, I had a wobbly start on Saturday and stayed in to finish the collage.  Phil went to the shop.  He was gone so long I got worried and tried ringing but the call went straight to voicemail.  When he rang back, I couldn’t pick up!  By the time we spoke, he was almost home.  He’d unfathomably gone to town instead of the co-op as I’d assumed, dodging coffee-cuppers and queuing in the convenience store.  Due to the delay, dinner prep had to start as soon as we’d had lunch.  To compound matters, he said he’d cook but I ended up doing most of it, including rhubarb crumble.

Mystery Unsolved

Mysterious Painted Stone

Sunday, I awoke early to blinding brightness then fell back to sleep until 10.  On opening the curtains, the roofs looked white and shiny.  Confused, it transpired I’d just missed an intense but brief hailstorm.  Wanting to go for a walk in the sun, we bathed and breakfasted as quickly as possible. However, it was past 2 when we were ready.  I took some recycling out and spotted a child’s ball in the gutter.  Kicking it back to dad, he was surrounded by kids, even though he only had one (to my knowledge) thus not all from the same household.

Walking out in the spring-like warmth, we greeted a neighbour sitting in her back garden.  Continuing my research into vaccine take-up, she didn’t know when her invite was due.  As she was in our age group, I was able to tell her it would be soon.

On the towpath, Phil commented on the emergence of aging drinkers on benches.  “They come out of hibernation around now, like the buds.”  Very busy in the park, I observed.  “Those native Americans knew a thing or two about the Snow Moon signalling the end of winter.”  We climbed up to farmland, finding the fields largely devoid of livestock.  We noticed ridges on the slope and a man-made water feature at the bottom for the first time.  Subsequently consulting an old map, the site was marked ‘mill pond’ and a mill labelled nearby – a reminder that every opportunity was taken to exploit the landscape in more industrial times.  Further up, a decrepit border collie lumbered past.  A woman with her own dog asked was it ours.  “We assumed it belonged to the farm.”  “No, it doesn’t.”  As another woman stopped her car, they made a  phone call to locate the owner.  They obviously all knew each other up there!  Resting on a bench at the next corner, a veritable herd of old sheepdogs appeared, this time corralled by their owners.  On the way down, we veered off cobbles to cut through the west side of the dark wood.  Among the curious arrangements we’d seen in August, we noted several stones of a distinct blue hue with surfaces resembling bubbles.  Was it brought here by druids from Wales?  We also spotted a painted stone in the hollow of a tree base, deliberately planted holly and makeshift hutments. “Someone believes this place is mystical.”  The path became tricky on the last stretch with squelchy mud and a strange channel barely big enough for one foot.  Nearing home, skinny catkins sprouted from spindly branches above the river.  Inordinately tired after the short walk, we agreed it had been lovely to see signs emerging of the turning of the seasons. (for a fuller description of the walk, see ‘Cool Places’iv).

During a  mediocre night, Covid dreams featured tenements randomly populated by strangers and friends.  I inexplicably took a pizza to Vegan Friend.  She ate it before I realised it wasn’t vegan!

Over the weekend, the numbers receiving vaccinations reached 20m.  Between them, the EU, UK, USA, Australia, Canada and Japan had 1bn extra doses.  Over 100 poorer countries had none.  PHE found 6 cases of the F1 Manaus variant; 3 each in Scotland and England, 1 of whom was a mystery – they’d failed to fully complete the form rendering them uncontactable.

In Yorkshire, a family was found camping on the edge of a cliff on The Cleveland Way.  Lambasted by  coastguards, the police were alerted to a breach of Coronavirus Laws.

References:

i.  My haigas: https://wordpress.com/posts/mondaymorninghaiga.wordpress.com

ii. Guardian article: https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2021/feb/22/england-covid-roadmap-lockdown-experts-view

iii. Valley Life Magazine: http://valleylifemagazine.co.uk/

iv. My Cool Places blog: https://hepdenerose.wordpress.com/

Part 36 – House Of Cards

“You might very well think that – I couldn’t possibly comment ” (Francis Urquart, House of Cards)

Game-Changer

Haiga – Alchemy

Shouty men wheeling stuff about in the fog on the street made for a rude awakening Monday morning.   Waiting until the noise abated, I drifted back to sleep then became alarmed at the lateness of the hour.  Phil’s help with the tedious chores was most welcome.  I spent the rest of the morning blog-posting, causing minor irritation.  The stupid highlights re-appeared in the Word file so whole chunks of the journal had to be re-written and the Facebook link again proved problematic.  Continuing with writing after lunch, my eyes went funny so I switched to art.  The new painting I started, based on a photo of felled maple leaves last autumn, looked more promising than Sunday’s effort.  Placing an Ocado order, daytime slots were still as rare as hen’s teeth.  I settled for an early Wednesday evening delivery.

The Welsh firebreak ended.  Heddlu patrolled the English border to stem shopping trips.  This didn’t prevent massive queues outside Primark in Cardiff and mayhem in Ikea. The number of cases worldwide hit 50 million.  Pfizer/Biontec won the race for a vaccine, 90% effective in trials but not yet peer-reviewed.  Subject to emergency authorisation, the UK government planned to start immunising in December, having pre-ordered 40m doses, enough for 20m people (with 300m on order in total when others came online).  We knew care workers and the vulnerable would be first in line but after that, who was going to get what and when?  Although offered more money, GPs expressed concern about the practicalities of vaccinating thousands of people a day and keeping the Pfizer vaccine at the required -70 degrees.  Dummy Prof Van Dam took part in the daily briefing and expressed ‘cautious optimism’.  “These vaccines will prevent illness, but that’s all we know. We don’t know if they will prevent asymptomatic infection and have an effect on community transmission.”  Imploring us to still follow the rules, The Bumbler trolled out one of his moronic analogies involving distant bugles: “I have often talked of the bugle of scientific breakthrough coming over the brow of the hill.  Tonight that toot is louder, but it is still some way off.”

Loser Trump blamed his defeat on Pfizer, for not announcing the vaccine’s success before the election.  A true hallmark of a narcissist, thinking the world revolved around them!

Meanwhile, venture capitalist, wife of tory minister Jesse Norman and Head of the Vaccine Taskforce, Kate Bingham, spent a fortune on PR consultants Admiral Associates.  The Director, Angus Collingwood-Cameron, was also coincidentally (sic) a director of The Scumbag’s in-laws’ country estate.  This came after she revealed sensitive info to America the other week, with another money-spinner of a virtual conference for capitalists planned next year.  It was subsequently reported she was stepping down at the end of year.

Panorama covered Liverpool during the tier 3 restrictions including gyms flouting the rules before being allowed to re-open and demos involving the predictable assortment of tin-foilers and naysayers.  I learnt a new word: ‘coronacoaster’.

Getting out of bed continued to be difficult throughout the week but I forced myself to do so.  On Tuesday, I checked the Valley Life proof, worked on the journal and did a big top-up shop.  I got stressed in the co-op as my glasses steamed up so much I could hardly see.  The kiosk cashier was as cheery as ever – not!  A crowded draining board made washing tricky causing further stress.  Hearing me swear, Phil asked what was wrong.  “The same old annoying routine.  What do you think!”  I flopped on the sofa, then on the bed.  Another faff ensued at coffee time, trying to tip biscuits into a tin.  A piece of uncleansed plastic tumbled out with the yummy treats– grr!

The Cock boasted that the UK would be among one of the first countries to get vaccines, with the NHS and army involved in delivery.  COVAX (The Global Vaccine Alliance) might have something to say about that.  People in poor countries unable to social distance and access clean water, suffered more, not to mention those in refugee camps; surely they should be prioritised?  Prof. Bell of Oxford University told a joint session of the Commons Health & Social Care and Science & technology Committees there was a high probability of 3 vaccines being available by spring and of immunising the vulnerable by Easter – if distribution wasn’t ‘screwed up.’  Who could he mean?  Surely not our wonderfully competent government!  John Penrose MP self-isolated after being contacted by his wife Dildo’s TIT.  Facing the same committee, she insisted she was doing a great job.  While admitting that demand outstripped capacity in September, she couldn’t answer questions on when the next peak was expected.  A record 314k redundancies between July and September helped raise unemployment to 4.8%.  Wales cancelled all 2021 school exams and Scotland some of them.  Westminster insisted this wouldn’t happen in England but how long until that changed?  Amanda Spielman of Ofsted said pupils might not go back in the spring term if there were no exams.  Where did they find those odd kids that loved school?

Northern Plaguehouse

Plague House

Wednesday morning, I continued work on the journal and watched PMQs.  Keir quizzed Boris on the use of PR consultants.  A scandal with self-employed people still falling through the cracks.  I spent the afternoon listening to my own music (much better than the radio), painting ‘Maple Leaves’ and doing yoga.  Meanwhile, Phil gave himself a buzz cut.  After a rest, I sorted bags ready for the Ocado deliver which was a good job as it arrived slightly early.  I almost froze my fingers off stuffing food in the freezer.

In scaled-down Armistice Day commemorations, a fat, grizzled Poet Laureate Simon Armitage recited a tribute.  “It’s the crap Ted Hughes!” laughed Phil.  In another world-beating feat, the UK headed the death league table.  The Cock told MPs mass testing would be rolled out to 67 other local authorities after the Liverpool pilot.  Universities were to close on 1st Dec, with rapid testing and travel corridors to allow students to go home and study on-line until Christmas.  Universities Minister, Michelle Donelan, told them to display ‘refined behaviour’ before moving about the country – what a joke!  In an attempt to allay safety concerns, Dummy Prof Van Dam wittered about the ‘mum test’, said he’d have the vaccine himself if he could and offered to help give jabs.  While Europe ran out of ICU beds,  local news reported that the north was disproportionally badly affected by coronavirus.  Newsnight included a segment on our local TIT.  Calderdale Director of Public Health, Debs Harkins, said it reached 95% of contacts but most didn’t qualify for a £500 grant to self-isolate and called for eligibility to be reviewed.  A man working on the system told us they were ridiculously not allowed to approach people contacted by Dildo’s TIT.  Taxi drivers got free PPE with the possibility of routine tests in the near future.  I’d seen tweets from Debs with the weekly Covid infection updates but didn’t realise that during summer, the area had 20 x the average number of national cases.  Workers in low income public sector jobs took the infection home to multi-generational households. Still low in our rural patch, I guessed they were mainly in Halifax.

‘We Own It’ set up a  letter of support to the Covid Recovery Group (a group of 50 tory MPs).  Before signing, I added: “Here in Calderdale, I understand that the track and trace system, set up by the local authority, has reached 95% of contacts.  This demonstrates that local teams are far more effective than the woeful and expensive privatised system set up to line the pockets of the Prime Minister’s cronies.”

Has Anyone Seen The Level Playing Field?

Level Playing Field?

A bright Thursday morning was spent bathing, hoovering and a modicum of writing before an early lunch and long-overdue afternoon walk. Leaving the house, Phil had to go back for a mask.  I bemoaned the palaver to a passing friendly neighbour: “it’s one more thing to remember isn’t it? keys, money, phone, mask…”  “Put them on a hook near the front door.”  She suggested.  “I can’t guarantee they wouldn’t get contaminated.”  That made her laugh.

Phil nipped in the co-op while I hung around near the back door.  A friend greeted me, unrecognisable with his face covered.  As his partner emerged, she said “I just said hello to your Phil.  “Oh.  Was he in there?”  “It’s these bloody masks!”  We headed through the park, resplendent in the afternoon sun.  Climbing past the station up to farmland, large cattle had replaced sheep and goats in the fields.  As I panted from the effort of the ascent, Phil said.  “You sound like a killer cow.”  “Charming!”  We then ascended to the top path above the quarry, made tricky by errant trees, fast-flowing water and squelchy mud.  Down in the wood, the small waterfall was inundated,  We clambered to rest near the wall.  Copper and bronze carpeted the paths and adorned spindly branches reaching towards the light, giving inspiration for the week’s haigai.  Phil refused to believe it when we reached our usual return path and continued into uncharted territory.  “It’s all different,” he said.  “Don’t ask me; I never come this way.”  We descended a horrid stony path.  Finding it hard-going, I cautiously picked my way down to avoid a mishap.  Phil raced ahead, only stopping when he espied a lenticular cloud hovering above.  Back on familiar territory we took the easiest way home, where I slumped on the sofa with fatigue. (For a fuller description of the walk, see Cool Placesii).

Coronavirus cases jumped 46% across the country with Hull now top of the English infection charts. Val Vaz MP quizzed Rees-Moggy on the awarding of contracts during the pandemic and called for a public enquiry.  In a web even more extensive than I’d imagined, ‘My Little Crony’ illustrated the number of contracts awarded to Tory family members, friends and donors.  Great work by Sophie Hill!iii

Tired from the outing, I went to bed to watch QT (dominated by The Cock on the vaccine), and Brexitcast – yes, it was back!  They knew nothing I didn’t already but highlighted a tweet from Michel Barnier in a playing field, joking: “Short break from intense EU-UK negotiations in London… Went looking for level playing fields…”  Good luck with that, mate!

Unlucky for Some

Book Kiosk

I woke early on Friday the 13th to the gentle hum of traffic in the rain.  Were people fed up working from home after only a week of lockdown?   By the time I rose, the rain had stopped, becoming sunny and freakily warm for the time of year.  Feeling lazy after a week of mediocre sleeping, I dithered over small chores and wrote ‘Autumn Rainbow’ for Cool Places.  Posting the blog later, I again had trouble with links.  Due to Ocado not having everything in stock that we needed, I annoyingly still had to go to the co-op.  Why was our preferred coffee so elusive?  Was it because of Brexit?  I later relaxed with yoga and practiced guitar.

Infections slowed but still stood at 5000,000.  Sage said the ‘R’ rate was between 1.1 and 1,2, higher than Kings College’s Zoe App rate of 0.8-0.9.  At any rate, cases and deaths still rose, due to manic mixing before lockdown #2.   While rates fell in the young and rose in the old, over 1k school clusters led to 12-16 year olds infecting households.  My mind whirled trying to reconcile the differing data. Yorkshire Ripper Peter Sutcliffe died of Covid-19 after refusing treatment.  Phil said: “I’m not surprised.  He was probably a tin-foiler.”

The resignation of top adviser Lee Cain the previous day caused chaos in Downing Street.  His bezzy mate Scumbag was predicted to be gone by Christmas, then made a very public exit with his box, from the shiniest front door in the land, Friday teatime.  The Daily Mail predicted a ‘vicious attack’ between now and when he was officially severed in December.  Wondering what on earth Boris’ girlfriend had to do with it all, it transpired The Symonds texted Boris 25 times an hour and called his office 20 times a day with her thoughts on policy, leading to her being nicknamed Princess Nut-Nut by Scumbag and his cronies.  He’d forwarded a text with that moniker thus told to clear his desk.  Would The Symonds and Allegra Stratton become The Bumbler’s key advisers, the latter seen flouncing outside Number 10 in a fancy car?

In spite of a stuffed freezer, Phil hankered for pheasant and went to the butchers on Saturday.  I pottered round the house until he returned to cut and dye my hair.  In anticipation of a lengthy cooking time, I started pot roasting the pheasant almost straight after lunch but it was much quicker than previous efforts.

On the main day of the 5-day Diwali celebrations, Rishi was seen decorating Number 11’s doorstep and urged fellow-Hindus to keep to lockdown rules, even if it was difficult.

Incredulously, in an interview on Sky News Thursday, he didn’t rule out the return of ‘eat out to help out’ in January.  Had he not seen the figures on how infections shot up after the summer meal deal?  When would the government learn they couldn’t have their cake and eat it?  They either had to prioritise public health or the economy, instead of see-sawing between the two.  As Boris had already said, you couldn’t negotiate with the virus.  I subsequently composed  a tweet to that effect.

I awoke Sunday morning with cramp in the instep area of my feet, which was odd.   Phil planned to do a job for his AI boss – posing outside.  In a fine spell between showers, he set his tripod up in a gap in the parking area of the street.  Passing neighbours looked bemused “He’s got a new job.  Working for an AI.  It’s the modern world”  “Exciting!” they exclaimed.  Not sure Phil would agree as he later had issues uploading the photos.  Much swearing at his Apple browser ensued.  I headed for the so-called Farmer’s Market, where the rustic veg stall had a good selection of home-grown produce.  Violent gusts suddenly whipped up.  The server complained her colleague had removed the windbreak.  “Mind you, it was as much use as a chocolate fireguard.”  “Or chocolate windguard!” I suggested.  Since the hipster bakers had deigned to accept cash again, I got an artisan loaf and perused the nearby red telephone kiosk.  Persons unknown had thoughtfully turned it into a book exchange.  Finding something to take, I vowed to return with my cast-offs  Going home, celery leaves trailed in my wake.  The market veg required extensive washing after which I needed a break, before starting the process of pickling shallots.  Phil joined in as a distraction from his tech woes.

Useless George waffled on The Marr, denying Brexit meant the death of UK farming but with 95% of sheep exports going to Europe, it wouldn’t be so lucky for our locality.  Despite “Sticking points,” he said “(it) should be possible to reach that agreement,” but we needed to prepare for no-deal.  “How?“ I shouted at the telly, “those stupid government ads don’t say what we’re meant to do!”  Back in Brussels, Lord Frost claimed there was “some progress in a positive direction.” I wondered how you could have progress in a negative direction.  Prof. Ugur Sahin creator of the Pfizer/Biontec vax warned of a hard winter as the vaccine wouldn’t make an impact until 2021.  He said we must have mass immunisation by next autumn/winter and due to mutations and uncertainty on how long it would be effective, jabs might be required every 6 months.  They just didn’t know!  After a meeting with MPs, Boris self-isolated for a second time. As several others self-isolated, the Infecting MP was labelled a ‘super-spreader.’  Questions arose about why the meeting had been held face-to-face, why they weren’t standing 2 metres apart during photos and why Boris flitted between his flat and desk in number 10.  Smelling something fishy, Phil cried: “he’s gone into hiding again, the coward!”  “That’s because he has no clue what to do without Scumbag pulling his strings!”  “You might very well think that – I couldn’t possibly comment.”

References:

i. My haigas: https://wordpress.com/posts/mondaymorninghaiga.wordpress.com

ii. My Cool Places blog: https://hepdenerose.wordpress.com/

iii. My Little Crony: https://bylinetimes.com/2020/11/13/what-i-learnt-about-the-great-procurement-scandal-building-my-little-crony/