Where do I begin?

Inflation is  running in double figures, food banks are running out of supplies, more and more people are facing the heat/eat dilemma as we move into winter.  Posties, nurses railwaymen and many others are striking or planning to.  The Truss/Kwarteng budget proposed a tax cut for the wealthiest, a deferral of the planned increases in corporation tax, the abolition of a cap on bankers’ bonuses.  Brilliant timing, guys!  The money markets have reacted as would have been predicted if T&K had troubled to do their homework and take the necessary independent advice.  On the contrary, the calculations seem to have been done on the back of a fag packet, and the dynamic duo have been forced into what the media describe as ‘screeching U-turns’.  Well, to stick with the tarmac theme, Kwarteng has been thrown under a bus, and the normally ruthless Tories are plotting to do the same with Truss, whom a majority of Tory MPs didn’t want in the first place. 

It took the Tories far too long to get rid of what some have described as the immoral, dishonest, narcissistic oaf.  I wonder if they’ll take as long to get rid of what some might now describe as the dim, lightweight, dogmatic idiot foisted on them by the party membership.  

As for events at and around Forges-l’Evêque, the local tin bashers finished the job on the car in two days rather than three, and red BMW man paid up promptly.  We had our flu jabs and Covid boosters on Wednesday, so far with no worse side effects than slightly sore arms.  Today’s entertainment was a ride to the tip with the contents of the dustbin: it was due for emptying after we leave tomorrow for the airport.  On checking the toon cooncil web site, I discovered that we’re now allowed to dispose of part-heard cans of paint in the household waste skip, so we have dumped three large bags of the same, much to the relief of the sagging shelves in the garage.  I was a little anxious as we drove there: a rear-end impact could have had pretty spectacular consequences! 

As for the coming week, we’re not looking forward to the airport and aeroplane experiences, but it surely can’t be as bad as our railway travails last month.  (Famous last words.)