Part 99 – Culture Club

“We have got a prime minister who seems to be stoking the anger that people feel in the country at the moment, and that can have real repercussions for society” (Kim Leadbeater)

Lovely Jubbly!

Platinum Jubbly

Tossing and turning not helped by beeping dumper trucks in the early hours, I felt terrible Monday and Phil’s silly pixie crab dances made me dizzy.  Half-dressed, I took the breakfast tray down, cleared a lake near the sink and took coffee up while Phil carried my laptop.  Apart from assembling rubbish for him to put out and meals, I stayed abed, posted the haigai and journal, and worked on the next episode.

Sir John Bell of Ox Vax blamed scientists and politicians who discredited Astra-Zeneca for hundreds of thousands of deaths.  Carrie Antionette issued a statement that she ‘plays no role in government’ and Boris’ ‘enemies’ targeted her in a ‘brutal briefing campaign’.  Goblin Saj called the attacks misogynistic.  In personnel changes, her special adviser mate, Henry Newman, left Downing Street as new director of communications Gutu Harri conspicuously walked in with healthy snacks, policy director Andrew Griffiths said voters wanted tories to “return rapidly to the point when we can cut taxes,” and chief of staff Steve Barclay juggled 3 jobs.  The Torygraph reported the treasury held up the NHS covid recovery plan.  In a sham show of unity, Boris and Rishi went to Maidstone Hospital, denied a rift and promised ‘tough targets’ with cancer diagnoses within 28 days.  Australia open to the vaccinated from 21st February, there’d be no Novax!

Having made bail after a court appearance last week, Piers Corbyn led a band of anti-vax acolytes to Westminster, conflating nonsense about Julian Assange and Jimmy Savile.  Keir was bundled into a cop car, 2 arrested for chucking a traffic cone and Boris still refused to apologise for the Savile slur.  The mob waved Canadian flags in support of the truckers.  Growing from a 500-strong Freedom Convoy into a wider protest, Justin Trudeau left Ottawa with a state of emergency, and a 10 day injunction on horn-blowing.  Speculating on why we never saw Jeremy and Piers Corbyn together, we invented Conspiracy Man!  A day after the queen reached 70 years on the throne, gun salutes fired across the country and Wholesale Clearance bought a bunch of misprinted commemorative Chinese crockery.  In a nice cultural reference, they encouraged us to “Become an Only Fools and Horses fan and wow your friends with your Lovely Jubbly set!”

Evening Prime viewing disrupted by internet issues, lots of fiddling ensued.  I returned to bed to watch Newsnight.  Arguments that re-starting fracking after mothballing in 2019 would help volatile energy prices were questioned in a global gas market.  Greedy bastard BP then announced record profits for 2021 of £9.5 billion.  Labour renewed calls for a windfall tax.  BP said they would invest in alternatives.  UKhospitality predicted restaurant and pub prices would rise by 11%.  Was that because pay in the sector went up 12%?

Cancel Culture

Pass the Salt!

As Chris Witless wrote to unvaccinated health staff it was their duty to have a jab, Goblin Saj belatedly presented the covid recovery plan, revealing record NHS waiting lists could reach 14 million and wouldn’t drop for 2 years.  In a mini cabinet reshuffle, Chris Heaton-Harris became chief whip, Mark Spencer moved to leader of the house despite the islamophobia investigation, and Rees-Moggy laughably became minister for Brexit opportunities and government efficiency. Heather Wheeler became parliamentary sec., Wendy Morton transport minister and George Uncleverly bafflingly switched from North American to European minister while in Washington!  Lindsay Hoyle asked The Met for a situation report on the Corbyn mob ambush and repeated rebukes to a nigh-empty commons for careless talk, saying ‘we should always be mindful’ our words have consequences.  An ‘incredibly angry and upset’ Kim Leadbeater said the PM stoked anger with ‘real repercussions for society’.  At the Convention of the North in Liverpool, The Glove-Puppet doubted the ‘trickle down’ approach helped areas outside the ‘overheated’ South East.  Yorkists decried a skinny Levelling Up document and how long it took to cross The Pennines.  Quizzed on the integrated rail plan, Glove-puppet thought it a fair point.  Mini Macron went to the Kremlin to sit at the other end of a very long table from Vlad.  Someone beat me to ‘pass the salt’ in the Metro caption competition!  Going onto Kyiv, Mini saw a way forward but Russia denied agreeing to no further escalation on the Ukrainian border.  A clip of a holocaust joke from Jimmy Carr’s Christmas special went viral causing widespread outrage.  16,000 signed a petition for Netflix to bin him and Ofgem boss Melanie Dawes welcomed ‘any chance’ to regulate the streaming giant.

The last two days warmer but very changeable with frost early Monday and rain sweeping down the valley Tuesday, I didn’t think I missed much and hoped the debilitation passed before better weather arrived.  Alas, rising on a sunny Wednesday morning, my head felt like it was still asleep.  I rose on wobbly legs, angrily brushed bits off the bed and got back in.  I tried to tactfully mention the mess.  Phil hit back, prompting a tirade about him making more work, then he conceded they likely came off his fluffy socks.  Shaking blankets out, I knocked a plant pot off the windowsill. Depressed at a relapse, I was almost in tears at yet more work.  I cleaned up the worst while he fetched coffee before PMQs.

Kier focused on the ‘buy now pay later’ energy deal, calling it ‘a dodgy scheme, not a proper plan’. The Bumbler lauded the ‘fantastic plan’ as more generous than anything labour had set out and launched into another party political broadcast.  Interrupted by heckling, Hoyle admonished the front bench.  Keir persisted on the issue of forcing people to take out loans when oil and gas companies made money every second.  Paraphrasing BP on being awash with dosh, he repeated it was ‘one big scam’.  Boris blathered about council tax, the global problem caused by a gas price spike, and labour ideas to ‘clobber’ companies with tax which would raise consumer costs.  Invoking Brexit, Boris said they’d used new freedoms to ‘do the right thing’ and harked back to Keir wanting to stay in the EMA. After The Mirror published another photo of the 15th December Christmas quiz, Fabian Hamilton asked about the PM seen with bubbly and tinsel.  Boris said he spoke ‘in error’.  Gray had discounted it as a law-breaking event but amid renewed outrage, The Met said they’d reconsider and Operation Hillman prepared e-mail questionnaires to 50 Westminster party attendees including the PM.  Hmm!  “Were you at a party?” “Yes/no.”  The Scumbag said there were way better pics than that. The Optics not looking good, financier John Armitage suspended tory donations, saying Boris had lost moral authority and should leave office.  Naz Shah asked when would the PM match action to rhetoric and give Bradford what it deserved?  He told her they invested in Yorkshire and didn’t rule out extending ‘the eastern leg’ from Birmingham.  Perplexing, as HS2 was not intended to reach Bradford.

I worked on the journal and the secret card.  Phil went to the co-op and made lunch.  Trying to analyse sleep patterns, I was unable to fathom Sunday night’s insomnia or why a great night Monday hadn’t helped much, or why I started to feel better in the evenings only for debilitation to return in the mornings.

Gillian Keegan stayed in a meeting even as she got a positive covid test.  Boris soon to rescind remaining restrictions, testing and isolation rules would go by 21st February, a month earlier than planned.  The strategy ‘to live with covid’ after ‘half-term’ (sic) may well be a crowd-pleaser, but with 200,000 new cases a day, the pandemic wasn’t over. Tim Spector of Kings College Zoe covid study called it an ‘act of irresponsibility’ and Justin Madder asked: ‘what’s the science?’  Amid claims they were the first government to restore freedoms, it was pointed out Sweden beat them. The PAC criticised government’s handling of leaving the EU; the only detectable impacts were higher costs, more paperwork and delays.  Rees-Moggy said it’d be better in 50 years – it’d take him that long to find those Brexit opportunities!  Attention-seeking foghorn Adele swept the board at the Brits.  Footage of her belting out one of her awful songs unavoidable, fans whinged she’d cancelled her Caesars Palace residency but they could probably hear her in Las Vegas!

Welbeck primary schoolkids’ letters to Nottingham South MP Lillian Greenwood concerning Partygate were shared on twitter. On Jeremy Vine, ex-teacher Geoff Norcott remarked indoctrination was a perk of the job while Nads Zahawi later said schools shouldn’t encourage kids to ‘pin colours to the political mast’.  Discussing careless talk, Yasmin Alibhai-Brown referred to ‘Dreadful Doris’(who had a ‘lovely turn of language’ according to Brandon Lewis) and Geoff to Jimmy Carr’s holocaust joke as deliberately bad taste. Meanwhile, Hate Not Hope wrote that Netflix made a ‘grave error of judgement’ not pulling the show.  Carr had ‘crossed a line’ then doubled down, portraying himself as a victim of cancel culture.

Menagerie

Haiga – Up in the Air

Still fatigued and fuggy Thursday, I managed 10 minutes stretching and opened the window to shake rugs out before Phil changed the sheets.  I bathed, got half-dressed, put washing in the machine, took coffee back to bed and worked on the journal for an hour then left the laptop to update while I finished cleaning upstairs.  After making superbly fluffy rarebit for lunch, Phil brought some laundry up, which made me realise I’d forgotten the sheets.  Putting them in the dryer later, I forgot to take them out.

Wednesday, Sadiq Khan said he needed proper plans from Caressa Dick on how she’d deal with racist, misogynistic and homophobic behaviour and restore shattered public confidence in The Met.  The Casey review into police culture taking too long, he wanted answers within ‘days and weeks’.  Refusing to resign Thursday morning, Dick said she had a whole team rooting out bad apples.  Failing to attend a 4.30 p.m. meeting with the mayor, at 6.55 p.m. she announced she was ‘stepping aside’.  John Major told the Institute for Government ‘brazen’ Partygate excuses were dreamt up day after day, the public asked to believe the unbelievable and ministers sent out to defend the indefensible, making them look gullible, foolish and shifty.  Scotland announced £208 million to help with the cost of living.  Equating to £150 per household, Kate Forbes was berated for repeating Rishis’ mistakes.  Rail travel rose 31% thanks to clean trains and the DOT clarified Boris wasn’t referring to HS2 in answering Naz Shah.  Yes, but he did mistake Bradford for Leeds!  While he went to Brussels and Poland, Trussed-Up Liz got a frosty reception in Moscow.  Sergei Lavrov likened the meeting to trying to communicate with the deaf and dumb.  She retorted she wasn’t mute.  No, but you didn’t listen, you pompous mare!  Mocking her woeful diplomacy, Russian media labelled her a centaur. With her stature it’d be My Little Centaur!  After WHU fans booed cat-kicking footballer Kurt Zouma, the RSPCA took his pets away, Adidas and Vitality withdrew sponsorship and a fine of 2 week’s wages viewed inadequate, 300,000 signed a petition to sack him.  Dagenham & Redbridge suspended his brother Youan who shot the video nasty.

Newscast treated us to cringey renditions of I will Survive (sang by Boris and Gutu Harri) and Come on Arlene.  Guest David Lammy described the febrile atmosphere among the Corbyn mob, and assured us he was fine, saying ‘you can take the boy out of Tottenham…’  He marvelled at a PM who pulled stuff from the nasty corners of the right-wing dark web and deemed him hugely guilty of stoking up ‘unsavoury and dangerous’ acts.  Getting 6 death threats a year, many with a racial element, he said it was worse for female MPs.  Labour trapped by a huge tory majority, a cynic might say they’d benefit from Boris staying, but integrity mattered more.  And besides, populists always had to be dragged from office!

Shrieking chainsaws didn’t help sleep.  Eventually dropping off with plugged ears, convoluted dreams entailed buying a teddy bear and having to hide it.  I lay in a stupor in Friday’s early hours then drifted back into a fitful doze.  Wobbliness persisting, I stayed in bed and re-started the slow, whirring laptop to wait a full infuriating hour for windows to configure.  Furious at an unproductive morning, I picked up a sketch pad but was uninspired.  Despite also feeling crap, Phil went to the co-op.  Finally able to type in the afternoon, I drafted a Valley Life article, backed up files and began sorting duplicate folders, then stopped with head fug and turned the laptop off, hoping it’d cure the sluggishness.  Unable to get the kettle to work making a brew, the stove-top method took a full 15 minutes!  I bad-temperedly cleared the draining board while waiting and stomped back upstairs.  Phil fixed a bent spring on the base but still inoperable, thought the switch was broken.  Meanwhile, I reduced stove-top boiling time to 9 minutes by measuring water.

Covid passes in Wales to be scrapped next week, shoppers would still need masks until the end of March and there were no plans to end self-isolation.   Unvaccinated kids over 12 were allowed into Spain from Monday with a negative PCR test – too late for families who’d already cancelled half-term holidays.  Although contracting in December, the ONS said the economy grew 7.5% in 2021.  Rishi welcomed the news, but economist Sam Tomb claimed the true figure for private firms was 3.4% and the UK economy continued to ‘underwhelm’ relative to G7 peers.  Liberty Steel received a winding up petition from HMRC.  While unions called it a devastating blow, Gupta hoped to find an ‘amicable agreement’.  Nasty Patel unbelievably called Khan rude and unprofessional (err, it wasn’t him that ditched the meeting) and said The Met needed strong and decisive leadership.  Is that why she didn’t sack Dick months ago?  Harvey Proctor thought it high time the Augean stables got cleaned up, but who would do the muck-raking?

I remained fatigued over a largely miserable weekend.  People wittering on the street below mitigated against sleep Friday night, even with earplugs, and a bright start forced me awake Saturday.   Cold rain replaced the sun and the hot water ran out during bathing.  To delay putting the heating on, we donned extra layers but his arthritic hands agony, Phil gave in.  No signal on the big telly, he tutted at my attempts to tweak the aerial.  I railed back and stormed upstairs.  Both TVs came back, for nothing but sport.   The laptop taking an age to spark up, shutting down at night was patently a bad idea.  Eventually, I managed to post a pic for my nephew’s birthday and type.  The evening peace was broken by raucous drunken warbling, the voluble Shed people coming home at 2 a.m., and the irksome generator.

Both feeling ropey on a grey, wet Sunday, I ate breakfast downstairs and printed the secret card before Valentine’s Day. Back in bed, I composed a haiga based on a different shot of the pink winter blossomi.  Phil braved the greyhound charity shop closing down sale.  Car-boot dealers literally ripping shelves out, he returned from the scrum with bloody knuckles, sneakers and a couple of electrical items, including a bright red kettle from the larger, quieter shop.  Catching up on the footie that evening, we noted West Ham didn’t field the cat-kicker.  Kurt Zouma in the starting line-up, were they cowed by French extradition demands?

The People’s Assembly organised cost of living demos across the UK, supported by unions.  An injunction allowed Ambassador Bridge, Ontario, to be cleared of truckers.  Even James Blunt crooning at full blast couldn’t shift anti-vax protesters outside the NZ parliament.  They just sang louder.  Uncle Joe held talks with Vlad, but Ukrainians thought it was all scaremongering.  On Sunday Morning, Brandon Lewis added to the fear, saying Russia could invade within a matter of days, possibly Wednesday.  Ben Wally said there ‘was a whiff of Munich in the air’ but the Russian ambassador to Sweden Victor Tatarintsev didn’t ‘give a shit’ about sanctions.  Brandon denied the Stormont exec was non-functioning and wanted an EU agreement on the Irish question.  Telling us Trussed-Up Liz met Maros šefčovič Friday, I found no reports on how that went.

Reference:

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

Part 90 – Isn’t it Moronic?

“The gaffer picks the team, that’s how it goes and that’s how it has always gone. Frankly, I couldn’t care less about the circus of who’s in, and who’s out, who’s up, who’s down, who knew, who didn’t” (Lisa Nandy)

Reshuffle kerfuffle

Leaves in Snow

An ‘arctic shot’ brought overnight lows of -8, yellow ice warnings and a freezing start to Monday.  Waking early, I planned to doze until the heating came on and fell proper asleep to be woken by Phil.  After warming porridge, I made a huge effort to get moving, did nasty chores and donned the sensible boots and bear coat to take a sample to the surgery before the noon deadline.  Black ice lurked on partially-cleared pavements and partially-gritted roads.  Small crunchy drifts huddled against brickwork.  Clumps of frilly leaves shivered off by the cold, settled prettily on iced shrubs.  Irked Phil hadn’t made coffee for my return, I stomped down to the South Pole to fetch it and slumped on the sofa, posted blogs and worked on the next episode of the journal.  As the temperature rose late evening, the snow disappeared as if by magic.  At bedtime, I had a EHS episode which sounded like an actual explosion and I recalled a few recent incidents but not the dates.

Lampooners pointed out Omicron was an anagram of moronic.  11 confirmed cases in the UK and the mutant’s resistance to vaccines a mystery, JCVI maintained we were still better protected with boosters and recommended all adults got one after 3 months rather than 6.  12-15 year olds would be offered a second dose of Pfizer.  More cases also found in Belgium, Austria, Denmark, France, Holland and Australia, G7 health ministers met.  Rose Allin-Khan berated the government for the limited mandating of face-masks: ‘Does covid not spread in pubs?’  In the wake of Storm Arwen during which 3 died, people were stuck in the Tan Hill Inn for 3 days with an oasis tribute band and the I’m a Celeb set was damaged.  At a ceremony to mark Barbados becoming an independent republic, Dame Sandra Mason was sworn in as president, Rihanna became a national hero and Bonny Prince Charlie appeared as a figurehead.  In a shadow cabinet reshuffle, Yvette Coop was made shadow home secretary, David Lammy shadow foreign secretary and Lisa Nandy would shadow The Glove-Puppet on ‘levelling up’.*  Outlining plans for overhauling rules and procedures on politicians’ behaviour, Rayner appeared unaware of the moves leading to speculation she was blindsided.  Lisa ‘couldn’t care less’ about the ‘reshuffle kerfuffle’.

I was up with the 8 o’clock alarm Tuesday.  A text link allowed me to track the gas engineer but required a log in.  I left it until after exercise, by which time I’d missed a call from the guy himself.  I phoned him to be told he’d be 20 minutes and got dressed just in time.  We directed him to the boiler upstairs and I tidied some tools away downstairs so we didn’t get sued for injury.  I’d just gone back up when he wanted to know where the timer was meaning I had to go back down again, then he asked where the gas metre was.  I escorted him to the cubby hole and hung around in the South Pole until he’d done.  He said everything was okay but advised on age and efficiency as usual.  We assured him we knew but couldn’t afford a replacement until it wore out.  In the co-op later, the fresh food aisles were almost bare thanks to yet another power cut.  I had a member’s offer of a quid off prosecco and biccies.  I got the fizz but eschewed the Fox’s fabulously biscuits – what was festive about jammy dodgers?  At the kiosk, only the furthest till was open with a notice claiming it was to keep staff safe, but two of them stood chatting with no social distancing.  Being served, I was deafened and stressed out by an awful fire alarm test.

My member’s points not added, the receipt said there was a problem with my card and I had to ring the freephone number.  I rang later and was subsequently asked for feedback on the call.  They stupidly wanted to know why I hadn’t use the website.  It wasn’t an option, you morons!

The latest restrictions came into force at 4.00 a.m., mandating PCR tests for all returning travellers, 10 days’ isolation for anyone in contact, even if vaccinated, and face-coverings on public transport and in retail settings.  Secondary schoolkids were ‘strongly advised’ to wear them in communal areas. Dr. Philippa Whitford MP pointed out the 2-day wait for a PCR result was confusingly less than the virus’ incubation period  In a late vote, MPs extended the measures to March 2022.  The 1922 committee feared a return to a ‘pingdemic’ while labour wanted to go further and require working from home.  Doing the media rounds, Jenny Harries advised minimising social contacts to slow the spread of Omicron but amid concerns of the impact on hospitality, Boris contradicted her, saying there was no need to “change the overall guidance about how people should be living their lives.”  At a press conference, he promised a booster within two months to everyone eligible thanks to help from the army and new vax centres.  Amanda Pritchard pleaded for more volunteers.  Pfizer CE Albert Bourla said they’d already started to develop a new vaccine which would be ready in 95 days. Gérald Darmanin suggested more talks with the UK to discuss proposals for a ‘balanced agreement’ to tackle the migrant crisis were imminent.  Inflation in the eurozone reached 4.9%, the highest since 1997 and TSB were to shut 70 branches.

Nonsensical

Crazy Café Shelves

Unlike the previous day, the alarm didn’t rouse me immediately Wednesday.  Preparing to go out, it started teeming down leading to a rapid change of outerwear and a mild panic before going to the bus stop.  In the next town, we made a few purchases from B&M, including the Fox’s fabulously biscuits.  Phil disagreed that jammy dodgers weren’t festive and they were cheaper than the co-op even with the member’s offer.  Heading into the Market Hall café, The Poet hurried in and out again.  I gave a hasty greeting and wondered if we had to wear masks – some people did, some didn’t.  Waiting for food, I perused the mad wall art and crazy junk shelves.  Adding up the bill took ages.  As they were short-staffed, I posited it was normally the job of an absentee. 

Arriving at the health centre slightly early, there was no queue outside.  But inside, a snaky red line led to a series of differently coloured stripes and thence to treatment rooms.  We shared jokes with staff about it being like the game twister and nobody knowing if vaccines worked against new variants.  Allowed in together, I had my booster first.  The needle hard to get in my arm, the doctor remarked: “that was quite tough.”  ‘Thanks’, I thought, ‘that’ll really hurt later!’  During the compulsory 15- minute sit in the waiting room, I noted the brand stamped on our cards.  Affecting a booming film voice I declared: “Moderna Spikevax! That sounds like it could fight Omicron!”  We left via the back door.  I was bursting for a pee.  “You can have a piddle in Lidl!” quipped Phil.  We got a smattering of traditional Christmas fayre from the German supermarket, then considered going in TOFs but Phil felt weird and I was knackered.  A longer wait for the bus back, we gazed up at late sunlight on the hills, skeins of geese flying past pink clouds and the rescue helicopter following the ridge – was someone lost on the pike?  Back home, Phil had to go back out, leaving me to heft rucksacks to the kitchen.  Collapsing on the sofa, I reviewed lists and decided we’d done quite well.  Phil’s reaction to Spikevax even queerer, my arm ached as expected and I developed a headache and nausea.  We cheered up eating the last of the Halloween drumsticks.  I sucked mine into a pixie mushroom shape.  “It’s impossible to be grown up eating a lolly.” “If everyone ate lollies, there’d be world peace.”  Feeling progressively worse throughout the evening, at bedtime I took ibuprofen, shuffled the pillows to make a hollow for my painful arm and settled down for a mediocre night.

UKHSA identified another 9 cases of Omicron, making a total of 22 and tried to establish links with travel from South Africa.  Leaked minutes from a sage meeting revealed fears of rising infections before the booster programme was fully implemented.  Andrew Hayward advised going to Plan B rather than having to endure more severe measures later on.  Goblin Saj urged festive partygoers to get an LTF before revelling.  Deputy CE of NHS Providers Saffron Cordery said some organisations had asked staff ‘not to mix in big groups’.  Daily Mirror reported there were 2 parties at Number 10 in the run-up to Christmas 2020 against lockdown rules.  Quizzed at PMQs, Boris didn’t deny they took place but said no rules were broken.  Keir spluttered: “Both of those things can’t be true, prime minister. He is taking the British public for fools.”  Ian Blackford added: “How are people possibly expected to trust the PM when he thinks it’s one rule for him and one rule for everybody else.”  Boris retorted he was “talking total nonsense”.  LFTs no longer sufficient, holiday-makers heading to Spain now had to show vaccine passes.

Snog, Attend, Avoid

Haiga – Beady Eye

Both ailing on Thursday, I managed a few exercises, skipping ones that hurt my arm and took Echinacea, with no idea if it would do any good.  Checking the NHS website for booster side-effects, ours were all normal apart from Phil’s mouth tasting of rusty nails. They suggested he might actually have covid.  It soon became apparent he didn’t.  I braved the cold to open the window and shake blankets out before changing sheets.  I then worked on the laptop until I felt very ropey with a raised temperature.  During a longer siesta than usual, I had a ½ hour with my eyes shut and struggled to rise.  After dinner, the symptoms felt decidedly flu-like.  Unable to keep my head up, I went to bed to watch a crap telly film.

At 53,945, UK daily cases were the highest for 4 months.  73,000 new infections in Germany, the unvaccinated were banned from public places such as non-essential shops.  JVCI bod Prof Finn awaited approval from MHRA on jabs for 5-12 year olds.  Dr. Albert Bourla of Pfizer said it was a good idea.  Well, he would, wouldn’t he?  On top of 35m extra doses of Pfizer, 60m Novavax and 7.5m GSK/Sanofi, government ordered another 114 m doses of Pfizer and Moderna in preparation for annual jabs during the next 2 years.  Contracts allowed modification to tackle new mutants.  79% effective against serious illness, GSK’s anti-viral drug Sotrovimb was approved for use on the obese and diabetics over 60.  Therese Coffee-cup advised against ‘snogging under the mistletoe’ and George Freeman suggested we keep Christmas parties small.  Downing Street responded that wasn’t in the guidance.  Anger mounted at reports Micron called Boris a clown and a knucklehead.  They wouldn’t be snogging under the mistletoe, then!  On Newscast, Sadiq Kahn defended the trad fir tree gift from Norway against complaints of scrawniness.  He wouldn’t have ‘a word said against it’.  Meanwhile, the Tesco Covid Pass Santa ad was deemed okay.

Phil still struggling Friday, my flu-like symptoms had gone apart from a snuffle.  The jabbed arm less sore, I did exercise and went to the co-op.  Gaps in the chiller sections persisted after the power cut but I found what we needed before Phil caught me up at the till to help with carrying.  During lunch, I knocked a glassful of water all over the small coffee table and dug out a Christmas-themed lampshade cover to replace the one that got wet.  While Phil cut his hair, I fruitlessly searched the internet for gifts.

After the BMA encouraged people to ‘avoid large groups’ and Prof Openshaw said he wouldn’t feel comfortable going to Christmas parties, labour cancelled theirs but tories didn’t.  Oliver Dowdy advised: ‘keep calm and carry on’.  So, you had to wear a mask travelling in a bus or taxi to a party, but you could snog a complete stranger under the mistletoe when you got there!

A South African study showed reinfection with Omicron was possible but weren’t sure if that was the case among a heavily-vaccinated population.  CovBoost found that the body’s T cell immune response after a booster could offer good protection from hospitalisation and death although it wasn’t yet tested on Omicron.  Moderna came out top.  Obviously that Spikevax!  Homes still without power a week after Storm Arwen, the army were sent to help households in North East Scotland and County Durham and Ofgem launched an urgent review into the response of power suppliers.  From the metro news quiz, we learnt young female Afghan footballers rescued by Kim Kardashian, practiced at Elland Road.  “I won’t have a word said against her now,” declared Phil. “Yes, she’s not completely useless!”

Dark, cold and wet with wintry showers Saturday, I stayed in, finished the Christmas card and sorted the spice cupboard.  I combined duplicates, expunged mystery bits, and told Phil which to buy from the shop.  Town deserted for once, he found no fresh stuff and got another duplicate dried condiment instead.  The first taste of German gingerbread took me right back to childhood and I moronically crooned: “It’s beginning to taste a bit like Christmas.”

Sunday drier and brighter, I rose early and waited impatiently for Phil to wake.  The geese had recently taken to wandering onto the street below to peck at moss and eye the lovely grass of the flat’s garden.  Thwarted by the gate, there was lots of squawking.  Phil seemed amazed when they went down the steps.  “Why not?” I asked, “they’re not daleks.” “They are a bit like daleks.” “Yes, Exterminate! Exterminate!”  I put recycling out, swore at neighbours parked right outside the door, and went to town.  People stuffing food in their gobs made the farmer’s market resemble a food court, but then the whole town was like that most weekends.  Not heaving, the knobbly veg stall-holders said it was at 9.00 a.m.  Go figure!  The Winter Art Fair also quiet, arty mates agreed the lack of punters was weird.  In the Art Mill, I chatted to Photography Friend and her partner.  Verging on adulthood, she’d reluctantly let her son to go to a party in Huddersfield.  Phil came to join us and we perused an exhibition.  He was quite taken by techniques used on the expensive monochrome photos.  On the way home, beady-eyed jackdaws coveted a pie being eaten on a riverside bench, inspiring a haigai.  While the corner pub was deserted, the pavements on the main road were oddly crammed.  Twilight glowing orange through the living room window, Phil called it ‘lambent light’.  A new one on me, it sounded like a clever photographer’s term.  I blamed the posh exhibition.

Omicron Death Star

86 new cases of Omicron in the UK, the 246 total were concentrated in London and Scotland where they were linked to a Steps concert.  More travel restrictions required pre-departure tests for incoming travellers from Tuesday and Nigeria was added to the red list.  They called it ‘travel apartheid’.  The Observer depicted Omicron as a Death Star.  Molnupiravir aka Lagevria, was approved for vulnerable people with severe symptoms to take at home.

On the Marr, South African scientist Willem Hanekom confirmed the mutant spread very fast, was now dominant, caused re-infection but milder illness, and mainly affected unvaccinated younger people.  UK scientific adviser Mark Woolhouse said the travel rules were “shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted’.  Willem agreed it was a waste of time and damaging to the South African economy.  The Pope went to Lesbos to meet migrants and criticise Europe for indifference to the suffering of desperate people.

*the catchily re-named Department for Levelling Up, Housing and Communities

Reference:

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

Part 82 –People Just Do Nothing

“As ever, this political jester came up with nothing but hot air” (Manuel Cortes)

Hear Nothing

Haiga – Shadow Play

After posting blogs Monday, I succeeded in entering meter readings and book a service on the British Gas website.  Unable to get a date before the year’s homecare cover expired, I subsequently rang to negotiate a refund and reduction for next year, with added drainage and leccy cover we’d probably never use.  Disturbed by scraping noises under the window in the afternoon and by night-time fretting, I had little rest.

Refusing to resign, Caressa Dick promised to review police standards and culture and investigate specific issues in the Parliamentary and Diplomatic Protection Command.  Yvette Coop said it wasn’t enough.  In Manchester, Boris claimed there was no need to make misogyny a crime as there were enough laws already, and Patel announced an independent inquiry into the ‘systematic failures’ allowing Couzens to be a cop.  Rishi Rich told conference there’d be more help for AI jobs, no chance of tax cuts until we’d recovered from the pandemic and ‘managing the cost of living’ wasn’t a soundbite.  You could have fooled me!  Helen Waffle then waffled on Newsnight about bootcamps getting people into jobs.  Facebook, Insta and WhatsApp went down for 6 hours.  Cause unknown, shares plummeted and Mark Zuckerberg lost £4.3 billion.  Ex-executive Frances Haugen informed senators he cared more about profits than kids.

Olive Faces

During exercise Tuesday, a burp gave me backache.  Phil heedlessly sprung into action and I struggled on with chores and writing.  Inspired by Phil’s hilarious creative efforts the day before, I made faces with lunchtime humus and olives.  Somehow, they didn’t engender the same level of hysterics.

Going shopping in nasty cold rain, the co-op was also horrid.  Parents and kids ambled and gabbed all over the shop.  One family edged closer behind me at the till.  I was trying to hurry when a chubby girl pushed my goods down the conveyor.

“Excuse me! Do you mind not touching my stuff?” I snapped.  Shocked at actually being told off, she cowered.  I rushed home where Phil had helpfully hung washing up and cleared kitchen tops for groceries, but I still managed to tip veg on the floor.  Finding wet clothes placed on top of almost-dry stuff on the rack upstairs, I became frustrated by the niggles and lay on the bed.

School absences due to infections went up 2/3 at the end of September.  Neil Ferguson warned the UK had little headroom compared to other countries before the NHS became ‘heavily stressed’ because of the ‘political decision to ‘live with covid’.  He advised Plan B (masks, passes and working from home).  Israelis had to have a third vaccine shot to keep the Green Pass and New Zealand abandoned their ‘zero covid’ strategy.  Phased re-opening would start in Auckland.  As Insulate Britain stopped ambulances getting through and scrapped with motorists, Roger Hallam of XR said they were right to block roads.  Arrogant nob Liam Norton came on Jeremy Vine to not hear what anyone was saying and preach.  He later apologised outside the High Court.  At conference, Boris called them ‘irresponsible crusties’ and Patel announced increased penalties for disrupting a motorway and the criminalisation of interfering with key infrastructure such as roads, airports and railways.  HS2 unlikely to come north, it was estimated tunnelling protestors at Euston last year cost £3.5 million.  Simon Gass met the Taliban in Doha to discuss humanitarian aid, threats of terrorism, safe passage, treatment of minorities and women’s’ rights.  Resulting in no action, it seemed they heard little.

Say Nothing

Ethereal Clouds

Hoovering the living room Wednesday, I felt overwhelmed by housework, got upset and slumped on the sofa.  Phil sympathised and asked how he could help.  I ranted that I never felt on top of chores but that wasn’t the real issue.  Very sunny and warm, he thought lunch at the tearooms would cheer me up.  Among a plethora of wildlife on the patio, a dying wasp stung Phil’s hand.  His jumping and shouting alerted the waitress who asked if he needed anything.  I suggested hot water (but as I later wondered was it cold, he tried both).  A guy I knew from art class and his partner sympathised from the next table.  While eating, we joked about Boris’ speech probably not mentioning Brexit, the latest antics of the French, and speculated on Barnier becoming the next president.  As a trio proudly brandishing the daily express took the place of our acquaintances, I muttered: “What were you saying about gammons?”  I adopted a nonchalant air, gazing up at wispy clouds and falling leaves, to realise the air was swarming with midges.  We escaped from the riverside and visited charity shops.  Buying nothing, we had a laugh at activity building kits including a medieval clock and jousting knights.

Vaccines were sent to scientists in antarctica but Sarah Gilbert warned with only 1.9% of people in poorer countries immunised, nobody was yet safe.  After successful trials, The WHO approved the Mosquirix malaria vaccine.  Quizzed on the pathetic 127 foreign HGV driver applications, The Bumbler ridiculously bigged it up to 137.  He just couldn’t stop lying!  He later declared: “the supply chain problem is caused very largely by the strength of the economic recovery.”  Did he mean buying plastic crap from China, pushing demand and costs up?  Telling Laura Kuensberg supermarkets would manage due to ‘fantastic expertise and logistics’, she said it sounded as though he didn’t hear people’s concerns, took no responsibility, didn’t see it as his problem and would do nothing to help.  Ignoring immediate short-term issues of shortages and spiralling inflation, he prattled about building a different future.  Were the 150 new Greggs shops planned for 2022 part of the plan?

In a bombastic keynote speech full of hutzpah and terrible jokes, Boris took credit for the triumphs of Emma Raducanu, UK Paralympians and the Oxford Vaccine, saying the 97% publicly-funded feat was possible because of capitalism.  He said he’d unleash the ‘unique spirit’ of the country by having the guts to reshape society and address previously-dodged issues.  Defending restricting the number of foreign workers and the National Insurance hike, he insisted a new approach would lead to a ‘high wage, high skilled, high productivity and…low tax economy’ which was what people voted for in 2016.  No they didn’t!  He intimated worker and food shortages, and price and wage hikes were a deliberate strategy. Not happy at being branded the bogeymen, capitalists called him ‘economically illiterate’ and Richard Walker said it wasn’t helpful.  Criticism from unions included Manuel Cortes of TSSA saying it was ‘nothing but hot air’ in a time of inflation, cuts, shortages and a climate crisis. The only policy he announced was a ‘levelling up’ premium of £3,000 for maths and science teachers which former education adviser Sam Freedman said was a U-turn on a previously scrapped plan.  Carrie Antoinette watched adoringly, resembling a handmaid minus the bonnet.  On the eve of the Universal Credit cut, Peter Bottom complained an MP’s £82,000 salary was a pittance and Therese Coffee-Cup belted out ‘The Time Of My Life’ at a tory karaoke.  Wes Streeting spluttered: “they just don’t know what life is like for a hell of a lot of people…they make policies that are actively hurting people who are going out, working hard, trying to make the best for their family and are really struggling.”

Do Nothing

Life on a Small Island

Waking late Thursday, Phil helped with chores before I went to the co-op.  Much calmer on a bright day, a woman in front of me at the till asked hipster cashier if he used to work at the club.  He said yes but gave it up as he was too old for the job.  “You can’t be older than the people who go there!” I joked.  He took this as a cue to launch into his life story as a dad of three kids.  Phil had again cleared the kitchen for my return but I still faffed.  In the afternoon, I posted ‘Flash Forage in Arnside on Cool Places 2 i.

Receiving an honorary degree from Manchester University, Marcus Rashford again called for Universal Credit to not be cut.  In a Refuge campaign launch outside Scotland Yard, Jo Brand and Helena Kennedy QC joined 16 silhouettes with the slogan #EnoughisEnough, representing women killed by serving cops.  Less stocks over summer, infrastructure outages and reduced global supply led to gas prices rocketing 37%.  Russia released more into the market but was accused of blackmail over the Nord Stream 2 pipeline.  French minister Clement Beaune threatened to cut the UK off if fishing wasn’t allowed round jersey.  The EU advised he cool it.  The National Grid assured us lights would stay on over winter thanks to alternative supplies including European gas pipes and shipped natural gas brought.  But Ofgem conceded it was a worrying time and the price hike would be passed onto consumers.

On QT, Rosie Jones said she heard nothing in Boris’ speech and on Newscast, money expert Martin Lewis said ‘do nothing’ about rising bills.  I felt vindicated, having always thought it ludicrous that the onus was on consumers to shop around for the cheapest deals when all our power came from a few sources.  And with only 8 days reserve supply in the UK, it highlighted the idiocy of the ‘just in time’ procurement model.  They didn’t need ex-Tesco boss Dave Lewis, appointed as adviser, to resolve acute supply chain issues and suggest long-term changes, they could just ask me!  Based in the Cabinet Office, he would also co-chair a new supply chain advisory board and industry taskforce.

Glad of no shopping to do on a sunny Friday, I waited in the street for Phil to come on an afternoon walk, spotting a mystery man working on a laptop in the community garden.  We got pop and pies in town and went to the park to eat.  I then waited for Phil to get off his phone.  Earning 4 euros for his first ‘click job’ analysing tweets, he said it paid more than YouGov but less than everything else.  We walked through the park, bemoaned the mowing of wildflower patches, headed up to farmland, and along the top of the old quarry where impromptu streams and nettles made the going tricky.  Striding ahead, Phil came back to help me, getting stung again.  Hot and sweaty, we went down to the shady wood, displaying a few signs of autumn but disappointingly no mushrooms.  On reaching the druid stones, we considered a rest but reasoning we were almost home, continued down the scary rutted last bit of path.  I collapsed on the sofa, feeling slightly out of breath which was meant to be good I believe.

A day after E-gates at Heathrow, Gatwick and Edinburgh airports failed again, more countries were removed from the red list (leaving just 7), advice against non-essential travel was lifted and the vaccinated didn’t need to quarantine.  Green and amber lists would be abolished Monday.  Change Please converted 2 London buses to offer a one-stop shop for the homeless.  Former Northern Ireland Secretary James Brokenshire died.

Saturday much greyer, I rose on wobbly legs, worked on the laptop, put recycling out and hacked at excessive branches round our Christmas trees.  The medium-sized one now yellower, it was unlikely to recover for the festive season. Phil sold another Leeds-based print from the café expo (the old bus station was now a hipster bar).

Sunday, I discovered ‘likes’ on Brexit Islandii were still climbing, and a cartoon I’d posted a few days ago had been shared.  Followers now including lefties and anarchists as well as right-wing nutters, I shared a link to a review of Barnier’s book.  My Secret Brexit Diary confirmed the EU’s strategy was to sit tight and do nothing until the UK government caved in iii.

As sunshine returned, we went to pootle in the favoured clough.  Oak sprigs scattered the shrunken small islands.  Tiny fish swam beneath layers of decaying leaves.  Rotting mushrooms sprouted from deadwood.  As we rested on a bench, a passing hiking group speculated on creation of the landscape.  I confirmed it was once a millrace.  Walking up to the stone bridge, a thoughtful man with child and dog stepped aside for us.  We then climbed up to the lane, savouring sun and wind in our faces and kicking crunchy leaves in the gutter.  Cutting the corner off via small steps, the same man ascended giving us chance to return the favour.  The old chapel no longer advertised a ‘free school’ but a ‘to let’ sign for the hostel left us wondering how that worked?  Town heaving as ever, we ducked through an arch.  Phil pointed at an old schoolfriend’s shop: “I saw you coming.” ‘That’s my mates’ shop!’  The almost-closed market hosted nothing but ‘I saw you coming’ stalls.  The man in the Thai van yelled to a fellow trader: “have you got any burritos left?” in a broad Yorkshire accent.  There was nothing like authenticity!  We went in the convenience store before going home.  Phil went to the kitchen, sorted shopping and put the kettle on.  I followed to find spills round the draining board, making me fraught.  Calming over coffee and cake, I used a dark woodland picture to compose a haigaiv.  Fretting returning, I found it hard to sleep that night.

On the Marr, Stephen Fitzpatrick told us Ovo, one of the Big Six, made a nauseating £5bn profits last year.  He said they’d hedged well to ensure winter lights wouldn’t go out but government must act to protect those on low incomes and ensure a long-term strategy for the next generation.  Although the Liberty Steel Rotherham plant would re-open, the boss of British Steel was baffled by a lack of aid from Kwasi Kwarteng, when governments had stepped in elsewhere.  Other gas-guzzling manufacturers warned of stoppages.  Kwarteng told Marr he’d spoken to Rishi’s colleagues about help to be promptly contradicted by a Treasury official insisting no such discussions took place and intimating he ‘misspoke’.  As Boris and family went to stay in Zak Goldsmith’s villa in Marbella, Labour called the situation ‘farcical in-fighting’.  Bridget Phillipson said: “in the teeth of a crisis of its own making, the government has put its out-of-office on. The PM has gone on holiday, no one knows where the chancellor is and…the business secretary has entered the realms of fantasy.”  Jenny Harries (CE of UK Health Security Agency) warned up to 60,000 flu fatalities were possible over winter, with death twice as likely if you got flu and covid at the same time.  Criticising civil servants for still working from home, IDS asked where was their blitz spirit?  It was pointed that WW2 bombings happened at night when not many people were in offices, the internet didn’t exist in the 1940’s and government sold off half of Whitehall leaving only 3 desks per 10 staff in some departments.  Anti-vaxxers visited Jeremy Vine’s house to give his wife a writ while animal cruelty fans went to Chris Packham’s pad and set his gate alight.  He vowed to not give up fighting.

References:

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

ii. Brexit Island on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BrexitIsland/

iii. Barnier’s book: https://www.theguardian.com/books/2021/sep/25/my-secret-brexit-diary-by-michel-barnier-review-a-british-roasting

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