Hi Everyone
Well, that thin lipped Yorkshire woman didn't last long did she but I think that it is reassuring to know that as we progressed through National Crisis Week, the great British sense of humour shone through. Like the picture of the door to number 10 Downing Street replaced with a revolving door or the quote that when Boris was there it was a nightclub while Mrs Trustworthy had converted it into a casino. Even better was the wonderful Muppet Show video and the picture of the Airbnb of number 10, ideal for a short stay. Just a few of many very funny videos, jokes, and cartoons. Great fun except that in reality, we are in a very serious chaotic situation. Everyone, as usual, has very different views on what should happen next as I think that we face the biggest national crisis of my lifetime. As someone approaching middle age, I have seen wartime rationing, recessions, high mortgage rates, inflation, and high unemployment but all this will be dwarfed by the doubling and trebling of energy costs unless of course, we see a rapid end to the war in Ukraine. Unfortunately and inevitably that leads us back to Boris. As the Tory party try to find yet another Prime Minister and although he was removed from power by over half of his parliamentary colleagues because they thought that he "was not fit for office", he is back from yet another holiday trying to convince them that they and the country need him again. In my opinion which I accept counts for almost nothing, if he had any loyalty to the party he purports to belong, he would put his own ego to one side and announce that he was not going to stand for re-election. At this point, we do not need 'a loveable rogue', what we need is a boring, strong leader capable of helping and supporting as much as possible the population of this country and that, in my opinion, is a million miles from Boris. If this week's pantomime shambolic circus goes on much longer at least one of our political parties will be in Critical Care for many years to come through their own path to self destruction.
Now you know that I prefer marmalade to jam, but it may be that I will have to review that opinion. This week Dot was given a jar of chuckleberry jam by a friend. My first reaction was that this was some sort of joke and, as you are reading this Rubbish you are probably thinking the same thing. A quick google however showed that a chuckleberry does exist. It is a hybrid between a redcurrant, gooseberry and a jostaberry - bet you have never heard of that either. They are mainly grown in northern Scandinavia and Russia but apparently, you can buy plants here in the Uk so if you want a laugh or you think that you would like to produce a small jar of chuckleberry jam, let me know if you are successful or of course, you can send me a jar. I suspect that our late Queen would not have been persuaded to change from marmalade to chuckleberry jam but I think that when Mrs. Trustworthy reads this Rubbish she will be buying up every available jar. She needs a large jar herself in an attempt to put a smile on her face and she will be giving the rest of us a jar in a vain attempt to put a smile on our faces.
Just a Thought :
A lorry load of Chuckleberries recently crashed on the motorway. It caused a huge jam.
It takes courage to stand up and speak. It also takes courage to sit down and listen.
One of the perks of being unemployed is that Mondays aren't really so bad.
Brian
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