Quite unusually, I slept in for an hour longer this morning but this is of no particular consequence as there are no pressing engagements for me today as I contemplate the weekend. I have a great deal of time for one of Sky News’ correspondents who is Beth Rigby and reports with a great deal of acumen about the positive results of the visit of Trump to our shores in the last day or so. Starmer went all out to flex all the soft power he could deploy to garner some hard results and she reports on some real wins. The show-stopper US-UK tech partnership was hailed by both sides as a new phase in the special relationship, as Trump gathered some of the world’s biggest tech billionaires – Nvidia chief Jensen Huang and Apple’s Tim Cook – to attend the signing of the deal at Chequers. Number 10 added up a series of planned commercial decisions to tout the prospect of £150bn of inward investment. Nonetheless, I think that Beth Rigby missed a trick yesterday, when at the press conference she posed a series of questions to Donald Trump. These had been very carefully framed and were penetrating, asking questions about Gaza, the Ukraine and finally Peter Mandelson.  But by asking about three questions in one and citing the Peter Mandelson question as the last one, Donald Trump managed to evade giving an answer to the first two questions and replied to the part of the question about Mandelson (who was the British ambassador, after all who Trump had met only a few days before) by giving the most cursory of replies that he scarcely knew the man and over to Keir Starmer to answer the question. The news about all of this inward investment must have sounded like music to politician’s ears but the cynical part of me wonders whether it is actually going to happen. After all, they are only words and it would certainly not be the first time that flows of money would be promised that would never materialise. In the past, I am certain that there have been occasions when large sums of money were promised (and I am thinking of Gordon Brown’s attempts to alleviate 3rd World debt as well as the climate change promises) but a year down the line and nothing seems to have been forthcoming. Before I was well and truly up by which I mean my Pilates exercises done and then showered, my son called around as he often does after his early morning swim in which he engages several times a week. I abandoned my session on the laptop to go and have a chat with him. We put the new washing machine through its paces which I did not want to do yesterday morning when I was out of the house. So, we put the machine through a simple cycle and everything worked out fine with no leaks from the new connection which was reassuring. Then we had a long discussion about things technological as he was having his breakfast (fish on bread) which is part of his routine when he calls around. Just before he left, I solicited his help to put a navigation setting in the car’s SatNav which I did not know exactly how to do. Somewhat naively, I assumed that once within the SatNav system I could save a route but I actually needed to save it an a ‘Favourites’ which also stores things such as music stations and goodness knows what else besides. So, I was delighted to get this onto the system because in the past when I have navigated this route it has always been a bit hit and miss but now, I have safely stored and accessible within the systems of the car.

Later in the morning and quite a lot later than usual, I took the car down into town and then visited my ‘Donkey sanctuary’ cafe which is  a regular slot for me on this day of the week. I had an interesting conversation with one of the volunteers I the shop I know well. I then visited several shops on the High Street to make some purchases before eventually returning home quite late. I made myself a lunch of turkey meat in an onion gravy served on some salad before having a little doze in the afternoon. The major event of the day to which I am looking forward is actually the women’s rugby semi-final match between New Zealand and Canada and I suspect that New Zealand will prevail in this contest. The other semi-final will be between England and France but that is the next day.  For a bit of light relief, I look at some of the liberal political websites to which YouTube gives a platform and some of these are focus considerably on Donald Trump – one regular slot is even called ‘Inside Trump’s Brain’ Several of these websites are convinced that Donald Trump is quite seriously ill or, at least, has travelled some way along the road of a diagnosis of dementia. All of these websites demonstrate the fact that Trump is frequently mistaken in his public utterances including the speech that he gave at the banquet held for his honour where, once again he claimed that the election that Biden won was actually ‘stolen’ from Trump and he was unfairly deprived of the presidency. But the American websites all make the absolutely fair point that the Main Street Media just overlooks these lapses and Trump is never challenged directly about them. But one thing that the cameras do pick up is the small but noticeable changes of Trump’s physical appearance. One item is the President’s right hand which shows signs of perhaps some bruising (where a canula might have been inserted to administer some drugs?) but the appearance of which appears to be disguised with some crudely applied makeup. Abot a week or so ago, some commentators even claimed to have detected a slight droop of Trump’s mouth as though he had suffered a slight stroke. If I had to make a guess of my own, it is that the president will show some marked signs of deterioration in his health status within the next six months. To forestall any overall rejoicing at this point, then the Vice President Vance would take over and he appears in his policy stances to be as much ‘Trump Mark 2’ as it is possible to be. The Democrats are in some disarray and appear to be holding out for the mid-term elections which are still some 14 months away and are scheduled to be held in the United States, in large part, on November 3, 2026. In this U.S. midterm election, which will occur during Republican President Donald Trump’s non-consecutive second term, all 435 seats in the U.S. House of Representatives and 35 of the 100 seats in the U.S. Senate will be contested to determine the 120th United States Congress. Thirty-nine state and territorial U.S. gubernatorial elections, as well as numerous state and local elections, will also be contested.

I awoke to a Mozart Horn concerto and whenever I hear one of these, it always seems to remind me of the days when we were motoring up to York from Leicestershire taking our son to his boarding school (which he really appeared to enjoy) Later on this morning, I must give our newly installed washing machine for its first trial run but the exterior and controls seem very similar to the previous one, I am pleased to say. Yesterday, I did run off a piece of ‘care of washing machines’ which I really do intend to do with this particular model. In truth, Meg and myself always used to take meticulous care of our washing machines, cleaning the filter regularly and running through a washing machine cleaning programme every month or so. But in the latter stages of Meg’s illness, all of this got sadly neglected but now, of course, I have no excuse. The Donald Trump banquet seems to have gone off as planned and a day of pomp and the lavish display of Britain’s ‘soft power’ evident for all to see. But correspondents who are used to state visits of various kinds are remarking that this visit seems so very different because every effort is being made to ensure that there are no crowds lining the streets to jeer, rather than cheer, the president. Donald Trump is remarkably thin-skinned and the government have felt that they could not bear Trump’s exposure to a potentially hostile British crowd and hence the itinerary yesterday through Windsor was confined to the grounds of Windsor Castle and Windsor Great Park. The real political talks are due to take place in Chequers (not London) later on in the day and we all await and wonder what the press conference will reveal at the end of the day.

Meanwhile, all of the economic news in the run-up to the Autumn budget seems to get more dire by the day. The pound is sinking rapidly in the world currency markets and government debt continues to climb. Inflation seems to be embedded within the system, particularly as food prices rise and any growth appears minimal and measured only in tenths of a percentage point, if any is in prospect at all. This is not entirely a UK problem as many European economies seem to be displaying similar characteristics and, if it possible, the French economy seems to be in an even more parlous state than the British one. One phrase that runs round my head though is the fact that the economy is very much subject to international forces and investment intentions and, to that extent, any inward investment is subject to ‘the kindness of strangers’. Putting ones self in the mind of an international investor, then who would be tempted to invest in the UK economy at the moment? Some tax rises are widely predicted at the moment and some taxes on wealth may well be being considered. That having been said, apart from taxes on land which is fixed and very visible, many wealth taxes fail to generate the required income flows as the wealthy are generally in a position to move their assets around or even offshore in such a way that the effects of a wealth tax are often minimal. Personally, I would favour a move away from our current rating system towards a system based upon occupied land (bigger houses paying more as they have a bigger ‘footprint’) but this reform would take years to put onto effect before any benefits would be realised. As it is, even our current rating system is hopelessly out-of-date.

After breakfast, I made my way down to my Tai Chi class which is now my third. Although the class was a series of very gentle exercises, I did feel quite tense this morning so perhaps did not get the anticipated immediate benefits but nonetheless I will continue. Afterwards, I had a cup of tea and some chocolate cake (naughty but nice) and then made my way to the local Lidl. Although I had been into the store before, this was the first time I had done a weekly shopping trip there and evidently took some time to locate the items which is a part of my normal shop. However, at the end of the day I think the price of the shopping compared favourably to the prices of Aldi but I had bought a couple of bottles of wine and a weekend joint which made comparisons a little difficult. Bit I had downloaded the app and the check-out assistant showed me how to activate various elements which meant that I got my sourdough loaf and a bag of clementines at no charge which worked out as a sort of 4% discount. In the late afternoon I had a surprise and very welcome visit from a friend from Droitwich and we had an extended chat telling each other what we had been doing during the week.

The Trump visit to the UK has now ended and I am sure that Keir Starmer and the rest pf the Labour government must have expressed a huge sigh of relief when they saw Trump’s flight actually take off. There seem to have at least a couple of places where the USA and the UK have ‘agreed to disagree’ but neither side seemed at all keen to rock the boat so the final press conferences, which must have been feared by many in case it all blew up, with any disagreements kept within manageable proportions. On Air Force One on the way back to the USA Trump seems to have been somewhat more forthright with the American reporters on board but all of this will be directed towards American consumption and public opinion. Normally the weekends can be a little empty but this weekend we have two things to which to look forward. The first is the women’s rugby semifinals and the first match is to be played on Friday  evening. On Sunday, I am taking a friend out to a meal for a birthday treat and I am sure this will make the day a nice one as well. So suddenly there is an intensification of social life and activities because I learned today of a sort of club for fairly recently bereaved individuals who meet twice a month on Saturdays at the Methodist Centre where I do my Tai Chi so I might just give this a go as well.

These days I tend to wake up just before 6.00am and during the summer was in the habit of instantly getting up. But as the nights are going longer and the days are getting colder, I do stay in bed for an extra half an hour and get up that little bit later. I will nearly always have ClassicFM playing gently in the background and I generally recognise all the tracks that are being played but occasionally I do drift off to sleep again. I do find this is a wonderfully contemplative time of the day, though, as sometimes I reflect upon the events of the past day as well as thinking ahead to my commitments for the day ahead. Thinking about the events of yesterday, I am quite excited about the prospects afforded by the interest groups which comprise the U£A (University of the Third Age) here in Bromsgrove. There are several of these that I feel inclined to join including a two-day trip (and overnight stay to Yorshire) next Spring as well as a Christmas meal. But the thing which is a bit of a challenge for me, but one to which I may be able to rise, is to become the group convenor and tutor for a course in conversational Spanish. Now this does not yet exist but the organiser yesteday seemed to think there would probably be quite a demand for it so I may have to do some preliminary preparation by choosing an appropriate learning text for example. I have to say that the audience yesterday was overwhelmingly female rather than male but this just reflects the facts of human biology where women tend to out-survive their husbands and the women who have joined U3A (the recognised abbreviation) are getting on with the rest of their lives as their husbands or former partners have died (or some of them) and their families have grown up. Now my University of Birmingham friend had found a couple of groups in U3A but he travelled to Kidderminster for them, one of them being a French conversation class (at which he is very adept) and the other a sort of moral philosophy course in which great ethical days of the day are discussed. He has suggested to me in the past that I join U3A and I might even recruit him into the not-yet-formed Spanish course.

Today some economic news has been announced which may well have an impact upon my personal finances. The state pension is likely to rise by 4.7% in April, after the latest official figures showed this was the pace of wage growth. The pension is determined by the triple lock, which means it will rise every year by whichever is highest: inflation in September, average weekly earnings from May to July or 2.5%. Inflation in September is expected to be 4% by the Bank of England, meaning wage data, released by the Office for National Statistics (ONS) on Tuesday, is set to be the highest figure. Government retains control of pension increases and, despite commitments, could decide not to abide by the triple lock. But the actual, rather than the anticipated figure will actually be announced in about the third week of October and will reflect the September figures upon which the April pension increases will actually be calculated. 

Today was the day when our new washing machine was due to be installed but first I had a corner in our utility room which needed a really good clean out. In the past, I had stored bird food and nuts and even some fat-balls in this corner and there was a lot of gardening associated clutter stored in what in a former life were vegetable racks. So I had to work like a demon to clear this corner out because I suspect that it was the birdfood that had attracted a mouse which had chewed through the washer outlet cable. I was pretty exhausted by lunchtime but my son called around to help with the new washer installation because we had been given a time between 2.25 and 4.25. The John Lewis crew did not turn until 5.00pm and were with us for practically an hour as the clips on some of the hoses needed some adjustments before they could be safely attached. So, this meant that my son and I were waiting around the whole of the afternoon but we are pleased to get the new machine installed at last. Consulting the web, with some care it should last for 10 years and the old one had lasted nearly seven years but the John Lewis staff thought that five years was about average. So, there was a certain degree of tidying up and mopping up of water dribbles to be done and I am trying to keep the relevant corner clutter free in future. I have a  tub of fat balls which I might have to throw away if I cannot give them away.

So today we have had all of the pageantry it is possible to imagine to appease the alteady enormous ego of Donald Trump. So we have rides in state coaches, inspection of the massed ranks of soldiers and a flypast by the Red Arrows. I found it mildly interesting to note that the UK planners could not allow Domald Trump on the streets of London for fear that he might see fist hand the opposition to him and his policies. So, the rides within the state coaches were all within the grounds of Windsor Great Park without a single member of the British public in sight. Tonight, there is going to be a huge state banquet after which there will be speeches which may or may be interesting. But the real political discussions will come tomorrow after a day of pomp, pageantry and obsequious flattery. Some forms of protest have been in evidence as four people have been arrested after projecting images of Trump and Epstein together onto the walls of Windsor castle.

Tomorrow, I may well follow the promptings of my domestic help and to shop at the Lidl store in town which happens to be just across the road from Aldi. The principal thing that attracts me is the fact that, by all accounts,  Lidl sells off boxes of vegetables at a very low price. I have downloaded the app onto my iPhone but I must confess that I do not like the first visit to a new (to me) supermarket because one has to spend time to locate one’s favourite foodstuffs and other items.

I awoke yesterday morning reflecting upon the fact that September was half gone by now and the months seem to be flying by. I have quite a busy day what with one thing or another so was to keen to make a good start. I have run off the portion of the lyrics of Danny Boy reproduced in yesterday’s blog where the person who has died is calling to her spouse/lover from the grave and is poignant in the extreme. For good or ill, I am trying to commit these eight lines to memory because I find them very beautiful and I find it is my way of coping with grief by not avoiding it but occasionally confronting it. I found the book by the neuroscientist of ‘The Grieving Brain’ easily enough on Amazon and ordered a copy of it although I did manage to find an extended summary of it on the web which I have printed off. The domestic agenda is filled with the forthcoming visit of Donald Trump to these shores. Only a British prime minister can offer what Trump is about to enjoy this week as a result, three days of peerless pomp and ceremony in castles and stately homes hosted by royalty. For an Anglophile who craves the spotlight, the idea was irresistible. Trump beamed with delight as he received the King’s letter, becoming the first elected leader ever to be invited for a second state visit. Some said the prime minister moved too quickly. This was something Trump should have had to have worked for, dangled as a reward for favourable treatment. Instead, the critics said, he got something for nothing and has abused that generosity ever since. The levels of security that are being put in place are unprecedented – the thought of Trump being shot at on UK soil is too terrible to contemplate (but, of course, cannot be ruled out) So we are dolloping out flattery and pomp in equal measure and are anticipating some big USA hi-tech investment to accompany the visit. This is itself can be a very two-edged weapon as ‘The Times’ have been reported that the huge big pharmaceutical companies are withdrawing investment from the UK as our beleaguered NHS cannot afford to pay the sky-high prices for some of the new drugs on offer. Some of these are new cancer treatments but do not offer a ‘cure’ but only to extend a person’s life for a couple of months or so at a cost of tens of thousands of £ per patient. It is true that the UK pays a smaller proportion of its health budget on drugs than comparable European societies but even so, the question has to be asked whether the prolongation of life for a few months is worth the enormous costs involved. It is one of these ‘the greatest good of the greatest number’ questions because it could be that more lives are saved if money within the NHS is not diverted to add to the profits of big US pharmaceutical companies.

Later in the day, I went down by car to attend my Pilates class. This I needed to cut short by a quarter of an hour as I needed to dash off to a U3A (University of the Third Age) large group meeting which was to be held in the afternoon. This large meeting was very well attended with I suspect at least 70 people in attendance and we were being presented with talk about the origins of the Gun Powder plot which lasted for about an hour and a quarter. Right at the end of this discussion, I took to the floor and recounted the story, first aired by Lucy Worsley in a recent BBC2 TV programme about the radicalisation of Guy (Guido) Fawkes. This part of the Gun Powder plot is not known definitively but it is almost a racing certainty that Guy Fawkes may have been radicalised by witnessing the cruel death of Margaret Clitheroe in York who was put to death for harbouring Jesuit priests. The manner of her death was gruesome as she was forced to lie on a sharp stone between two doors which were then piled high with stones to make death as agonising as possible. Upon her death, the local Catholics cut off one of her hands and this is reserved (miraculously?) in the Bar Convent in York. As my sister was attended the Bar Convent school, my mother, sister and I were allowed to view this relic. But over tea at the end of the meeting, although most people rushed away, I managed to have a conversation with some interesting people. For example, a newcomer to the U3A group and myself exchanged telephone numbers so there is always the possibility of meeting up for a coffee or a drink later. I joined the group and now have to decide in which of the about 15 groups I will participate. I am a bit undecided about the local history group but there is a group that visits local churches and places of worship, followed by tea and cakes, a walking group, a local history group, a curry club and so on. I saw that there was a French conversation class but wondered if there might be a Spanish one.  The local group organiser prevailed upon me to act as convenor/tutor for such a group but if there is a demand for it (about  3-4 bystanders announced that they would join one) then I might take this on as, after all, ‘in the land of the blind, one one-eyed man is king’

Donald Trump will soon land upon these shores and already we are being treated to the obsequious flattery which seems to surround Trump wherever he goes. He is staying at Windsor castle which, to American eyes, is a real castle and is going to be treated tomorrow to lines of soldiers in traditional dress, a ride in a horse-drawn carriage and a formal white-tie dinner. I have the strong feeling that if there is to be a press conference, it will be so heavily stage managed that a question on the Epstein affair will not pass anyone’s lips. In the meantime, there has been an emergency debate in the Commons on the Mandelson sacking I the light of his affiliations with Epstein and it appears that Starmer himself did not attend the debate (‘running scared’ as critics on all sides of the House will say).

The weather this morning was stormy and windy, exactly as predicted by the forecasters but although awoken by my radio just after 6.00am I stayed in bed for half an hour which I suspect I will do every day now that the nights are longer and the days are gloomy. It was delightful to have the company of my son and daughter-in-law yesterday afternoon as we watched the rugby together and shared some family jokes and reminiscences with each other. Last night I was delighted to see there was a compilation of some of the best performances from this season’s Prom concerts and a piece that gave particular delight was the one given on the sitar by Anoushka Shankar, the daughter of Ravi Shankar who did much to bring the particular instrument of the sitar to the ears of Western audiences. Later on today, I have an appointment for some routine medical monitoring to which I will certainly go by car but beforehand it is touch and go whether or not I decide to go for a walk on foot because I have no real desire to get drenched. Having said that, when I started walking down to town years and years ago, I did not really look at the weather but followed what may be the Nordic maxim that ‘there is not bad weather, just inappropriate clothing’ I think as well that the weather gods must have smiled upon me because on all of the occasions when I pushed Meg up and down the hill in her wheelchair, I can only recall one when we got absolutely soaked to the skin. But even on that occasion, our return home coincided with a visit of a couple of carers who quickly divested Meg of her wet outerwear and dressed her in some nice warm clothing.

In the women’s rugby, the Irish team must be really licking their wounds this morning and wondering if the outcome of the match would have been different. Some video footage had emerged on a French player appearing to bite an Irish opponent and this was reported to the referee. If the referee had acted upon this information and referred back to the video referee, the French player would almost certainly have been sent to the ‘sin bin’ for at least 10 minutes if not 20 and, under these circumstances, it is quite common for one team to score against their weakened opponents. So, the Irish can feel somewhat aggrieved and that the eventual outcome of the closely fought match could well have resulted in their victory, rather than the French. France is now playing England in the semifinals next weekend, the other semifinal match being between Canada and New Zealand. The world athletic championships are also taking place at the same time, I think in Tokyo, but this is not evoking the same amount of attention that it normally does, perhaps because of the transmission times. But I gather that the Jamaican men are re-establishing the dominance that they used to enjoy in sprinting and the closely fought contests are often between the Jamaican and the (black) American sprinters.

Knowing it was to be a colder day today, I donned my ‘Malaga’ football shirt, bought from a street market in Spain and brought into use when I know the weather is turning colder. In the  morning I turned my attention to getting some dental appointments sorted out. Normally, I would see a hygienist followed in three months’ time by a visit to the dentist herself. But I am rather out of the run of appointments as things were rather neglected as they had to be whilst I was caring for Meg in her dying months. But I was considerably dismayed to discover that the earliest appointments I was offered to see both the hygienist and the dentist were in five months’ time. I accepted both of these appointments but the evident thought crosses my mind whether I can be seen earlier by another, more locally based dentist.  So, I may be forced to make some enquiries to see what is available more locally. In the middle of the day, after collecting my newspaper I attended my local surgery for a routine medical monitoring appointment. When this was concluded I went off to Droitwich to have a coffee and a walk around with my Droitwich friend. I handed over some health-related internet material that I thought might helpful, although with the proviso that one had to treat any material found on the web with the appropriate degree of caution.  In the course of our walking around, we decided to visit the cafe which Meg and I often attended in Droitwich where we would take coffee once a week and occasionally a light lunch. But we were dismayed to discover, via a notice on the door that this cafe was in the throes of closing which was a source of some sadness and regret as Meg and I were well known and made to feel welcome by the proprietor in our weekly visit this news coming on top of the announcement that my favourite cosmetics store in Bromsgrove is also in the process of closing.  Before I actually went out on the road, I discovered quite by accident a video on YouTube which I found both informative as well as quite helpful. This video was by a neuroscientist who had made it her specialty to look at the effects of the grieving process on brain chemistry. Utilising much recent science on the biochemistry of the brain, she argued that when a couple become committed to each over a long period (as in a marriage) then this actually alters their brain chemistry. So when the couple are separated e.g. by death, then the brain has to go through a process of reorganisation and this involved time as a learning process. We are so used to thinking of grief as just operating in the ’emotion’ parts of the brain and not on the cognitive functions so this approach is thought provoking. The neuroscientist had written a book called ‘The Grieving _‘ and one would have thought, intuitively, that the missing word was ‘Heart’ but it was actually ‘Brain’ not ‘Heart’ I rather liked her no-nonsense, scientifically based approach and may well hunt out and then purchase (and naturally read) her book.

As I woke yesterday morning just after 6.00am it was still quite dark outside so I allowed myself the luxury of an extra half an in bed although I do like to be all up, showered and with my Pilates exercises undertaken before the Politics programmes start at 8.30am. I knew that yesterday was going to be some of the women’s rugby quarter finals and the first match I saw was South Africa vs New Zealand, known as the ‘Black Ferns’ and the South Africans through sheer power and strength were holding New Zealand to a 10:10 draw at half time. But then, at half time, the Black Ferns evidently decided to play a much more fee-running game and at the start of the second half scored, I think, three tries in about eight minutes, after which the outcome of the game was never to be going to be in doubt. In the other game, Canada completely swept aside Australia so now we await two more quarter finals to be played later in the day.

Last night was the ‘Last Night of the Proms’ and this, for me, always symbolises the end of summer – I was amazed it had come around so quickly. In past years, I have not always enjoyed this and cannot stand the overt nationalism and jingoism that is manifest, even though it is a traditional institution by now. But I surprised myself by really enjoying last night’s concert. I think the BBC and the concert organisers had done a magnificent job in allowing he expression of national sentiments without the excessive and vulgar nationalism which had been displayed in the past. Some of the pieces chosen were interesting such as a medley of songs from ‘My Fair Lady’ as well as harking back to bygone decades with a landmark performance of Queen’s iconic Bohemian Rhapsody to mark the song’s 50th anniversary, featuring band members Sir Brian May and Roger Taylor. There was a rendition of ‘Danny Boy’ with the words displayed on the screen. But in the year of Meg’s death, this was poignant in the extreme and I did have a silent weep. I reproduce some of the sentiments below:

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
Ye’ll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Ave there for me;
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!

In practice most of the flags displayed were small square EU flags adorned with the circle of stars but one did see the occasional Union Flag as well. I gather that a campaign group appalled by Brexit is responsible for this display of flags but to my mind, I thought the BBC had navigated its way through the culture wars pretty well and I found the whole concert proved to be both tasteful and moving. But on the streets of London yesterday there was a huge nationalist demonstration called ‘Save the Kingdom’ in which well over 100,000 marched and,together with counter protesters, the estimate is that 150,000 took to the streets of London yesterday. Evidently the far right was delighted and some of their more thuggish elements made their presence felt and 26 police officers were injured, some of them quite seriously. There was a great mixture of motivations amongst the marchers but undoubtedly there was a huge anti-immigration feeling manifest and both legal and illegal migrants were lumped together in this display of nationalistic feeling (which I must say is somewhat reminiscent of what conditions must have been like when the Nazis swept to power, legally, in 1930’s Germany) After I had watched the politics programmes broadcast on Sunday morning, I walked down into town to pick up the copy of my Sunday newspaper and had a coffee on Waitrose. I bumped into a couple of dog-walking acquaintances on the way down and then came home to prepare myself some lunch, which was a curry to suit a cold day. Then I watched the Ireland-France rugby match which was exciting in the extreme and to use an old sporting cliché it was a game pf of two halves with the Irish dominating the first half but the French gradually overhauled the Irish in the second. But for a mistake, the Irish could have scored a try in the closing seconds of the game to secure a victory, the game was so close. In the afternoon my daughter-in-law came round by prior arrangement and as the weather was cold and windy outside were quite content to watch the last rugby quarter final which was England vs. Scotland. My son came to join us in the late afternoon and we watched England overwhelm Scotland, although Scotland did manage to score a consolation try at the very end of the game. We now have some exciting semi-finals set up for next weekend as well.

The next week is going to be an interesting one politically. President Trump is due to make a scheduled visit to the UK next week and one wonders whether the British media will ask him constant questions about the non-release of the Epstein files.  I am sure the UK will try their hardest to ensure that this does not happen. At the same time, there is quite a deal of speculation over the state of Trump’s health and he does appear to have noticeably slowed down in the course of the last week. It could well be that the whole of the Starmer premiership is under increased scrutiny followed the revelation of emails detailing the friendship of Mandelson with the convicted paedophile, Epstein so it will be an interesting week, politically. As the one-time Labour Prime Minister opined decades ago ‘a week can be a long time in politics’ and one can only speculate what the next week will bring. But we do know that Autumn storms are now well and truly upon is and most of England is covered by storm warnings for the next few days. Today when I walked into town, I was glad of my leather jacket and suspect that I will need a warm waterproof for the next few days ahead as well.

Yesterday, the media airwaves were full of the details of the hunt for the person who assassinated Charlie Kirk, the extreme American right-wing polemicist who had been invited to give a speech at the University of Utah. Video images emerged of the assassin who had fired the lethal shot from the roof of an overlooking building at a range that was comparatively easy for a rifle with a telescopic sight. The assassin was caught within about 33 hours of the event because grainy video images were obtained which showed him leaping off the roof of a building and running across to some nearby woods. A massive number of resources were deployed to hunt for the killer as he was such an influential figure even within the White House but eventually, the killer, Tyler Robinson, was turned over to the police by his own family. We then, in the middle of the day, had the most extraordinary news conference I think I have ever seen. If this news conference had taken place in the UK, we would have had a fairly sober statement by a senior police officer along the lines of ‘A 25 year old man has been apprehended and is now in police custody’ but, of course, this was America. The first person to speak was the State Governer who opened with the words ‘We got him!’ who then went on to state that he wished the death penalty to be applied. This was followed by a rambling address by the head of the FBI which was was partisan as it was possible to be. He gave his view that he regarded Charlie Kirk as a brother with a very strange reference to seeing him in Valhalla. The term ‘Valhalla’ used by the FBI chief led to confusion online about why Patel, who was raised Hindu, would reference Valhalla for Kirk, an outspoken Christian. Patel was labelled as incompetent for the major confusion and has now come under the fire over his ‘Valhalla’ comment. Patel, whose roots trace back to Gujarat, was born and raised in a Hindu family though he does not speak about his religion publicly. ‘Indian guy saying that he’ll see a Christian in Valhalla is some confused theology,’ wrote one commenter on X. One account commented, ‘I feel a little guilty for laughing about this, but Kash Patel invoking Valhalla is funny on several levels. We do not believe in Valhalla, you dork. This is so not the time or place to be cute’ wrote another. Another pointed out that FBI actually did nothing to nab Tyler Robinson, the suspected shooter who killed Charlie Kirk. He was turned in by his father and Kash Patel came to the press conference making the cringiest comment. So the whole press conference was quite short on facts, very long on self-congratulation and how well the various police forces had worked with each other and a degree of political partisanship that would have been unthinkable in the British context.  When the killer comes to trial, the question is bound to be raised whether this will in any way fit the notion of a ‘fair trial’ and the call for a death penalty immediately after the arrest and before the killer has even been charged seems extraordinarily prejudicial – but this is America after all. Charlie Kirk himself was on record as saying that in order to defend the free availability of guns, the murder of several school children across the United States each year ws a price that it was necessary to pay to avoid gun control. The question I repeatedly raised as to how such a political assassination could occur but the point evident to almost everybody outside the USA is that right wing polemicists are allowed to say the most outrageous things in the name of free speech, then it is hardly surprising if there are some in the society who do no agree. Of course, political assassination is never an answer but the USA has quite a long history of political assassinations compared with the rest of the world and as well as Abraham Lincoln we can cite Kennedy, Bobby Kennedy, Martin Luther Luther King and so on. One is tempted to argue that political debate should be balanced by giving those who disagree with right wing polemicists the same degree of financial backing and media adulation as the right wingers themselves. I imagine that those who disagree with the right-wing polemicists think that the odds are so stacked against them that a fair debate is never possible and that is what leads them to contemplate assassination.

Turning to domestic matters, our domestic help had reported a leak from our washing machine but I had not dared to move this un aided until my son and daughter-in-law had returned from holiday. Once we got the washing machine out, we identified the problem which was that an outlet hose had been chewed through probably by a mouse that had entered via a redundant air vent on the back wall of the house. However, we discovered also that a filter unit had seized tight and could not be removed, probably as a result of neglect as I had not looked at this for months whilst caring for Meg in her final months. So the question was raised whether it was worth calling out an engineer for a machine that we think was about seven years old and with a limited life. As a Bosch engineer call out charge is in the region of £100 plus parts and then VAT on top, you ae faced with the problem that the repair might be in the region of a third of the cost of a new machine. This is not an easy decision to make but eventually the three of us (my son, daughter-in-law and myself) decided to bite the bullet and order a new machine as spending money on a machine with a limited life does not seem to be a good idea. So, we ordered a model from John Lewis which will be delivered in a few days’ time and to sweeten the bitter pill, as it were, by choosing a particular mid-range model the two-year warranty offered by John Lewis could be extended free upon application to five years so this seemed to be the most sensible long term decision to make. Of course, people are having to make these kinds of calculations with all kinds of cars and domestic appliances and the answer is never a straightforward one as after a repair one can either be lucky or unlucky – peace of mind is often the deciding factor whatever the initial cost.

As I awoke yesterday, ClassicFM was playing ‘The Last Rose of Summer’ and there is certainly more of an autumnal feel in the air. Naturally, the mornings are starting to get a little darker as we start the countdown towards Christmas and the turn of the year. We often, though, get quite a spell of fine weather at this time of the year and September and October I quite enjoy although I always think that November (a bit like February) is just a month to be ‘lived’ through. In domestic politics, the Mandelson affair rumbles on with massive questions being asked about the PM’s judgement. After all, Peter Mandelson had got form, as it were, having being forced to resign on at least two previous occasions. The fact that he was doing rather a good job in his relationship the Trump administration in the USA is neither here nor there – why the PM appointed him is almost beyond belief. When emails emerged of exchanges between the two men showing Lord Mandelson remaining supportive of Epstein even after he was convicted for the sex trafficking of underage girls, it was clear he had to go. Lord Mandelson tried to cling on. The PM summarily relieved him of his duties. There had initially been an appetite to keep him, in order to avoid embarrassing Donald Trump, who himself is being asked questions about his association with Epstein – and hates it. But when these emails emerged, it was clear to No 10 that the scandal would blow up the state visit and Mandelson had to go. As it stands at the moment, the planned visit of Trump to the UK is going to be awkward in the extreme but nobody would actually ask the ‘elephant in the room’ observation which is that Mandelson’s association and friendship with the convicted paedophile Epstein led directly to his sacking whereas in Trump’s case, he now occupies the White House.  The liberal American media (which does exist!) seem to have convinced themselves that the Epstein files contain details of Trump’s past misdeeds with underage girls supplied by Epstein but, of course, the detailed file will never be released under the current administration. The Democrats are clinging to the hope that elections next year will give them some leverage. All 435 U.S. House seats and 35 U.S. Senate seats will be up for grabs in the 2026 midterm elections. While control of the presidency is not at stake, midterm elections can have important consequences for the occupant of the Oval Office. This is likely to be an especially significant midterm because it will be the first opportunity for voters across the entire nation to express their views on the drastic changes in the role of the executive branch and in many government policies during the first two years of the second Trump administration. The results of the 2026 midterm elections will go a long way toward determining whether Congress will continue to largely support the president’s agenda or will act as a check on the power of the White House. The liberal American media are also advancing two theories, each of which has a certain credibility. One is that after Trump fell out with Epstein over a property deal, Trump became an FBI informant to help to ‘spill the dirt’ on Epstein and this is not completely denied by the current administration. The other is quite speculative but quite plausible. Epstein appears to have all kinds of funds at his disposal but never filed any accounts for any of his business dealings. The theory is that Epstein invited billionaires into his reach, supplied them with underage girls for sex and then successfully blackmailed these rich billionaires who would pay him large amounts of money to prevent this news becoming public which would result in conviction and gaol for a very long time. This is all quite plausible but, of course proving it is another matter.

Before I went into town, I spent a certain amount of time going through past editions of the newspaper, retaining the things (generally health related) that I wished to keep and these I will need at some point to comprehensively file. Then, later in the morning, I took the car down to the Waitrose car park and picked up a copy of my newspaper. Then I struck up a conversation over the coffee machine and then in the seating area with a couple of customers who, as it turned out, was a doctor and his wife who was a midwife. We exchanged some reminiscences about our university days which were similar although we were slightly different generations.  Then I re-parked the car, paid for an hour’s parking and then into what call my Donkey sanctuary café although that is not its proper name. I am always warmly greeted and partake of my usual coffee and homemade cake. Then I got into conversation with a man and his wife who are long standing friends of the proprietor. The husband was shortly going to part of a convey driving to Serbia which was all part of a charity raising effort in which he engages ever year. Then I returned home and prepared a lunch of beef slices served with an onion gravy and served on a bed of lettuce. After lunch, there was an item of mail that I needed to process and this was a circular from CAFOD (Catholic Fund for Overseas Development) where I needed to contact them to remove Meg’s name from their database. If I had not done this, then circulars would have kept on arriving so I felt that I needed to inform them of Meg’s death. I was fortunate to get a very sympathetic person on the end of the phone who agreed to process my request but also to add Meg’s name to a special ‘Book of Remembrance’ This I was not expecting but was quite heartwarming and I conveyed to the CAFOD contact what a magnificent Catholic funeral we had managed to organise, the memory of which is still quite a source of consolation for me.

Yesterday as I walked down into town, and in quite a positive mood once the wedding anniversary date is over, I started to muse about what my life had been like without Meg who I met at the age of 20. I went back to the age of 11 at which I went to boarding school for three years whilst my mother trained to be a teacher. Here life was very full because after school there was our tea, supervised homework and a lot of activities in which to engage. From the age of 14 onwards I attended the school in Leeds and as well as schoolwork then was the Old Swan Hotel at which I worked washing dishes and I acquired my first girlfriend who lived 100 yads down the road and at whose house I seemed to be at constantly. After leaving school at the age of 16, I still worked in the hotel and there was always the girlfriend. Then I started work in the scientific civil service at the age of 17 and the family moved to Leeds where I had the most incredible stroke of luck. Just walking near my house, I bumped into one of my school friends and he introduced me to the group of lads who drank one a week in a local pub and were an instant source of friends. Then a the age of 19 I moved to a civil service post in London where I was lodged in a civil service hostel for the year and helped to organise the sports and social activities for the whole of the London Hostels Association. Then at the age of 20 I went to university where I shared ‘digs’ with three other boys and soon after that I met Meg and the rest is history, The whole point of this little biographyis that from the ages of 11-20, I had never ever lived alone so it was all rather pointless trying to envisage what life had been like before Meg because I was never alone in a house wondering what to do as it were so I do not have any of those cultural resources upon which to draw. I did actually spend some time away from Meg first in a mini-sabbatical at the university in Madrid (where I lived in a hall of residence) and later for a stint in Jakarta, in Indonesia teaching my component of the De Montfort University MBA programme. But even here I was busy preparing lectures of seeing like-minded individuals for a drink so was hardly a social isolate. The whole point is that when you at work and married you do not have to work hard at social relationships because they are all around you ‘on a plate’, as it were, but at this stage of my life things have to be organised and do not happen unless a lot more conscious effort is made to plan and then to engage in them.

Turning to domestic politics, Labour’s deputy leadership contest is on the brink of becoming a two-horse race between Bridget Phillipson and Lucy Powell, as the other three candidates scramble for nominations. The understanding is that it needs to be a woman candidate and someone with Cabinet experience is preferred. Meanwhile, the close association of Lord Mandelson, the British Ambassador in the USA with Epstein, the convicted paedophile is receiving a lot of scrutiny and it is possible that further revelations will come out in the next few days. Some MPs are already demanding that Mandelson should be sacked and one senses that an enforced resignation is not too far distant. Actually, he is now recalled from his post but the Opposition spokesperson is arguing that a recall is not the same as a sacking and has he been sacked or not? Even at the time of his appointment, eyebrows were raised at his appointment particularly as he was jetted in over the head of an outstanding female diplomat who had been expected to become the Ambassador. Keir Starmer’s judgement is now being called into question because iwf some of Mandelson’s suspect prior affiliations were already known about, then why were the vetting procedures of the Foreign Office and presumably the Security services brushed aside? The most charitable thing to be said at this point is that Starmer did not let the row rumble on and on but he has many questions left to answer. The remainder of my morning turned out to be very interesting.  I made sure that I ws down at the Methodist centre for 9.45 so that I was in plenty of time for my second Tai Chi class. This was certainly a little different to the first but equally interesting in its own way. In classes like this and the yoga class I attended a year or so back, I position myself to the front where  I can observe and then copy the actions of the instructor. But there is always a bit of a dilemma because if the instructor is facing you then her left becomes your right and vice versa. I find doing a mirror image of the instructor is the best policy but I need to keep an eye on wat the rest of the class – about fourteen of us this morning – are doing. Then afterwards I had a coffee (and indulged in some cake) with the bank manager with whom I had an interesting chat last week. After he departed, I joined the chatty table and soon found myself in a fascinating conversation with a peripatetic minister who has a supervisory role if the Bromsgrove circuit of Methodist churches. He and I had some very interesting conversations, some of them on matters theological and ecumenical and established several points of contact with each other. He was sympathetic about the recent loss of Meg and his wife had her health difficulties so, to some extent, we knew each one of us was coming from. After this extended chat, I still needed to do my Aldi shopping and collect my newspaper so it was practically 2.00pm by the time I got home. Under the circumstances, I made myself a ‘quickie’ lunch of anchovies on sourdough bread served with a good dollop of 1000 Island dressing and finally got round to unpacking the shopping. After a busy morning like this, I am glad to have a quiet afternoon.

The day before yesterday being what would have been our 58^th wedding anniversary was a day of which I did not mourn the passing – in fact, I wanted it to be over as soon as possible so that painful memories would not be longer be so readily evoked. But what really astonished the whole world was the way in which Isael had launched on an attack on the Hamas negotiators in the Gulf State of Qatar. The Israelis justify their action by saying that Hamas officials, wherever they are located, were responsible for the initial attacks against Israel and therefore need to be hunted down and destroyed. They did kill six people including the son of one of the chief negotiators but did not actually kill the negotiators at whom the strikes were aimed. This attack on an Arab nation not involved in the war against Israel was unprecedented but has the effect of killing any attempts at a negotiated peace deal now completely impossible. The Israeli view is that the negotiators were only playing for time and were never at all serious in their negotiations and Israel will continue attacking Hamas until ever remnant of Hamas is destroyed and the whole of Gaa is cleared. The view of the Americans is interesting and the question posed whether America sanctioned o gave a ‘green light’ to the attack. Bu the Americans only seemed to be informed when the Israeli airforce was in the air and could not be recalled and it was the American military that broke the news to the rest of the American establishment. Trump himself has not expressed a view but the White House briefing, whilst not condemning Israel, did give a coded indication about American unhappiness. Sky News reports that President Trump is clearly angry and frustrated by the Israeli attack on Doha, saying he was ‘very unhappy about every aspect of it. Speaking to reporters in Washington last night, he made his displeasure known:

‘I am not thrilled about the whole situation. It’s not a good situation, but I will say this – we want the hostages back, but we are not thrilled about the way that went down today.,,,I am never surprised by anything, especially when it comes to the Middle East.’ In a post on his social media site earlier, Trump wrote that the decision to attack was taken by the Israeli Prime Minister, Benjamin Netanyahu, and not by him. And that by the time his administration had been notified of the attack – by the US military – it was too late to stop the bombing. He added that unilaterally bombing Qatar, which he described as a strong ally and friend of the United States, did not advance Israel or America’s goals. As though the escalation of one international conflict is not bad enough, it appears that Russia is making bigger and bolder attacks on the Ukraine capital. News has emerged that Russian drones have invaded Polish air space and have had to be intercepted but whether this is Putin attempting to widen the war or the whole escapade is a military mistake is not clear at the time of writing.

When I awoke yesterday, I contemplated staying in bed a little longer as the mornings are now quite dark but I allowed myself only an extra 15 minutes in bed. My plans for the day are a little out of joint because I have the hairdresser calling for a postponed visit half way through the morning and I have a leak emanating from the washing machine that I need to identify and to remedy if possible. As I do not want to put my back out by moving the washing machine single handed, I might delay this for a day or so until my son can give me some assistance in a day or so.

Our hairdresser was scheduled to call in the late morning so I made a quick walk down te hill to pick up my newspaper. Whilst I was drinking my (free) coffee I had a chat with a fellow coffee drinker who, as it turned out, had been a teacher. She and I exchanged reminiscences about our COVID experiences and how we coped at the time. I would have liked us to have chatted a little longer but she had to shoot off to a gym class but I gave her one of my business cards with details of the blog on it in case she wanted to follow it up. Then it was back up the hill and a wait for our hairdresser to call. We both had a cry on each other’s shoulders for similar reasons. I had my anniversary day the day before that I longed to be over as soon as it started whilst my hairdresser had been off to quite an upsetting funeral. It was the funeral of one of her brother’s best friends and, as is normal at funerals, there re lots of photos of the departed best friend. But being best friends meant that the hairdresser’s own brother appeared in photo after photo and this had been quite upsetting for other. But she went to bed early and felt a lot better after a good night’s sleep. I had just finished watching a YouTube view on ‘Social Relationships’ when my Droitwich friend phoned and we exchanged details of what we had both been up to in the next few days and, like my two chats yesterday, one always feels  a bit better after a chat with a relative or friend. Tomorrow will be my second session of ‘Tai Chi’ with an instructor who is the mother of the instructor that we had last week and, we have been warned, to expect something completely different from the first week. I will certainly persist with this for a few weeks. I fully appreciate that I have concentrate both on my breathing and also on ‘mindfulness’ (banishing all other worries from your mind whilst exercising) Last week, my knees and hips were feeling the strain somewhat as many of my Pilates exercises are actually conducted whilst rolling around on a mat. But, like other things in life, I hope I can make small incremental improvements week by week. I have purchased an illustrated book on ‘Tai Chi’ but had rather wished the photographs had been fewer in quantity but coloured instead of black-and-white plates (produced this way, no doubt, to keep the cost of the book down)