Today was the day when I had planned to get a lot of my Christmas cards written but the ‘best laid plans of mice and men go oft awry‘ (I don’t give the full  Gallic rendition of this in the interests of clarity) What made things go slightly awry was the fact that I received an email some time in the last 24 years which was from the bank which is used by our Residents Association to organise our communal affairs. I had already filed a long electronic form which I had previously submitted to the ‘safeguarding’ unit of the bank but I received an intimation that further details would be required to  process our safeguarding progress. It transpired that they required the date of birth of the Treasurer of our association, plus the exact date upon which he moved into his property. Evidently, I don’t have these details to hand so I had to send him an urgent email and when I get these details, I will have yet another go. I felt that this had to take priority over my own domestic concerns and hence I was delayed by about an hour.  But eventually, Meg and I set off for the park only for me to realise half way through our walk that I forgotten to bring with me the pre-paid token that I take with me every day to pay for the newspaper. So we needed to have ‘Plan B’ which was to go to the park and then later go back in the car to collect the newspapers and some supplies from Waitrose of which we had run short. In the park, we often get into conversations with dog walkers and today was no exception. Today, though, we got into conversation with a friendly young lady who turned out to be a Jehovah’s Witness – so we had quite an interesting and friendly conversations on matters liturgical and theological (with neither of particularly wanting  to convert the other to their own religious persuasion) When all of this got done, I was then in a position after we had lunch to start the Christmas card ‘run’ for this year. I have got the address address in a ‘Word’ document which is in the ’10 to a page’ format and I knew that I had sufficient labels to make a start on the address list but not to complete the whole of the job. This is because I run off a separate set of labels to inform recipients how Meg’s health is progressing. Actually, the same labels that I used for last year were sufficiently general to be used this year without amendment. Half way through the job and just in the nick of time, an extra set of labels that I had ordered from Amazon came through the door and they worked without problems. Now we come to the job of writing the Christmas cards themselves. Into each card, goes three ‘sticky’ labels, the first being the one that detail’s Meg’s health, the second being our own name and address and the third being an additional label that I use containing additional contact details such as this blog, my website, my mobile number all of which require an additiuonal label as they would not fit onto one standard address label. Now we come to the interesting question of which cards to send to which people.  I usually buy cards that come into three categories and I use them as appropriate. The first set of cards are the religious ones (typically a ‘Madonna and Child’) that we send to people who would definitely appreciate a card with a religious theme. The second category consists of people who may well be offended by religious cards so these are the people who receive the more generic Christmas cards (robins, reindeers, snowy scenes and Santas being typical themes) Then there are those amongst my friends who are definitely of an internationalist perspective  and I always try to send a card with a multicultral and diverse ethnic flavour. Finally, there are some who would appreciate the ‘dove of peace’ type of illustration (but this category tends to overlap with the internationalist one) Then I have to make a judgement as to which type of card to send to which recipient) I tend to write particular messages to several of our friends who we meet periodically for a meal, expressing the hope that we can get together in the Spring and as soon as the pandemic allows. Finally, of course, each card has one of our own address labels affixed to the rear of the envelope so that that any misdelivered cards can get sent back to us) Finally, and hopefully tomorrow, I can make a trip to the Post Office to get stamps on them and get them posted. We tend to leave cards for local friends and neighbours to the end of the run, giving priority to the ones that have to get posted, knowing that the local ones can be popped through letter boxes in a day or so. 

Today being a Sunday, I leapt out of bed at a very early hour (for me) to walk down and collect our Sunday newspaper. Actually, it ws quite a mild day with a brilliant pink sunrise as I walked down to town in a generally easterly direction. Although I normally see nobody at this time, I did bump into my Irish friend who was popping something into the boot of his car so we discussed some church matters such as the exact name of the new priest who we were informed last night will be taking over early in the New Year. Then it was a routine watching of the Andrew Marr show from 9.00am onwards and I thought that Keir Starmer was making exactly the right noises in his attacks upon the Prime Minister (quote: ‘the worst possible prime minister at the worst possible time‘) After we had collected our thoughts together, we walked down to the park in quite pleasant conditions – it was not too long before we were joined by our University of Birmingham, friend and a few minutes later, Seasoned World Traveller.  We discussed some of the implications of the Omicron new variant, including the view that this might have arisen in the body of an immune-compromised individual being treated for Aids in South Africa. There is also the possiblity that Omicron might already have generated new ‘sons and daughters’ which are themselves the mutation of a mutation. A little like Atlantic storms, some of which fizzle out and some of which develop into major storms that sweep our stores, so the virus may act in the same way. As mutations in a virus are are fairly common, presumably some turn out to be ‘dead ends’ whilst others adapt to be highly dangerous. Yesterday, it appeared that the incidence of Omicron had increased by 50% but today, the situation is such that the increase is nearly 100%. The government is trying to roll out the booster jabs to everybody (including schoolchildren) as rapidly as possible and it is hopeful that this will hold the line. However, Boris Johnson is due to address the nation at 8.00pm this evening, probably to try and build up public support for the ‘Plan B’ measures in advance of 60 odd Conservative MPs rebelling against the new measures when there is a vote in the House of Commons next Tuesday. Up to a point, though, this will be a ‘pain-free’ rebellion as the new measures are bound to be approved as the Labour Party are committed to voting for them – hence any Conservative ‘rebellions’ will only reduce the size of a huge majority in support of the measures.

This afternoon, my sister and I were in contact with each other whilst we discussed some of the practical details of our forthcoming visit to Yorkshire to attend my brother-in-law’s funeral. Once we have discussed some of the details (difficult to park both near my sister’s house and at the church and at the crematorium and at the venue for the reception) we are formulating a ‘Plan B’.  Meg and and I have had a series of unfortunate experiences at the last 3-4 funerals we have attended. Basically, the locals know the whereabouts of the local church/crematorium/venue for the subsequent refreshments. By the time you have sat-navved your way to the church/crematorium/eating venue, you are invitably at the back of the queue (as the locals know their way around and secure the best of the vailable parking spots/seat at the venue and so on). The last funeral we attended for a near neighbour we have known for the past 14 years turned out to be particularly disastrous. By the time we had got a distant parking spot at the crem. and an even more distant parking spot at the eating venue, there was no space left for us to sit and no food left for us in any case. So we came home feeling a bit frustrated that some of the attendees at the funeral who had not seen our neighbour for years managed to secure better parking/seating for themselves. The problem arises because we are always coming from a good distance away and generally do not have the insider local knowledge that other attendees possess so you inevitably at the back of whatever queue there is. The problem is compounded when more people turn up to the event than had been catered for. We think that one solution is to leave the car in the hotel and catch a taxi to the church. Then we might have to rely upon other people’s generosity to get a lift to wherever the eating venue is. It would be a great shame if after the journey and the hotel expenses of attending the funeral of a close and much-loved family member, Meg and I found ourselves in the really unsatisfactory situation that we have had the misfortune to experience on the last four such occasions.

It is extraordinary to think that Christmas is now only two weeks away – for a reason, I cannot quite put my finger on, Christmas really seems to have crept on us this year and I am starting to think about all of the jobs that need to be done before Christmas. Principal amongst these are the Christmas cards which, in theory, ought to be quite easy. All I have to is to make sure I have enough labels of the requisite type, find the appropriate file, conduct an experiment with one page  to make sure all goes well and then run off the completed file. I think we have about 55 contacts altogether so at 10 to the page, this should take six pages of labels. When I checked, I only had 3 x. 10 left so I needed to make a quick foray onto Amazon to have a few more of the relevant type sent to me. I am making my absolute cut-off point 12.00 on Monday for the following reason. No doubt, lots of people will be writing their cards this weekend so Monday morning at the post office is liable to be hell-on-earth. If I delay until Monday afternoon, then I should manage to get everything posted off in plenty of time. In the meantime, I have to make sure my list is up-to-date. I seem to remember that last year I sent a Christmas to one of Meg’s cousins and got an out-of-date address for the cousin fron an old address book. The recipients of the Christmas card sent it back to me (as I always stick my own address labels on each card I send) with a note saying that the perspn for whom the card was intended had moved at least 10 years previously. I am sure this must happen quite a lot, actually, but I need my list to be as accurate as possible before I start this year’s run.

Meg and I walked down to the park today in weather not particularly inclement. There we met with our long time park acquaintance, Seasoned World Travellor, and we exchanged Christmassy type things, as well as Omicron and related news with each other.  Because of the cloud cover, it ssemed to start getting dark at about 3.15 and for this reason, as well as th fact that there is a Thomas Hardy film on the TV tonight (‘Far fom the Madding Crowd‘) which I particularly want to watch. By the way, ‘madding’ in this context mens ‘frenzied’ which I didn’t know until a visit to Google. When my mother was alive, she would often bewail the fact that ‘the light was failing’ when she was trying to do jobs at this time of year. As a teenager, I had no idea what she was talking about and could not discern why she didn’t  just put on the (electric) light and make do with do that.  Several decades later on, I think I know what she was talking about because there are some jobs (of the cleaning variety) where you actually do need genuine daylight as far as possible. 

The COVID news continues to dismay. With no further restructions than the ‘Plan B’ that we already have in operation, there are authoritative projections that buy the end of the month, we shall have 1 million new infections and 75,000 deaths. Already there is talk of a ‘Plan C’ to be implemented immediately that Plan B appears not to be working. Yesterday, the increase in cases over the day before was 50% as the number of new cases rose from 1265 to 1898 so the exponential trend of the number of new infections doubling or tripling within days is being played out before us. Schools have not been mentioned recently and I suppose this is because we are now entering the period  (a week and a half before th Christmas break) when school attendance ought to be high. I wonder, though, whether at this rate of progression, it would be sensible to delay the start of the new term by 2-4 weeks. The trouble for the government is that the scientific and medical community seem to nearly of one voice, or at lest ‘singing from the same hymn sheet’) as the Omicron data slowly emerges. However the libertarian (= right wing) of the Tory party are threatening to withhold their support from the ‘Plan B’ measures when the vote takes place next Tuesday – and, of course, there is the critical by-election in Shropshire North next Thursday. If the Conservatives lose this seat, I can see the pressures on Boris Johnson to move aside or be replaced may well be overwhelming. Just to make matters worse for the government, it has been that some staff at the Treasury had office drinks while England was in lockdown last year. It has been reported that around two dozen civil servants were present for the drinks on 25 November, 2020.

Today is the day when our domestic help comes round and we immediately told her the news of the week, namely the death of Mike’s brother-in-law. As we will be away when she calls around next week, then she needed to know of our plans and indeed our whereabouts. Late last night, after I made the booking with the hotel, I realised that car parking might always be a critical issue and it appeared that our chosen hotel had a limited amount of parking but was only 2 minutes from a public carpark (which we did know about and, in fact, often used when we were in Harrogate) I decided that I would email the hotel to see if they could reserve a space for us when we go up in somewhat less than a week’s time. We were pleasantly surprised  to get a reply quite early on this morning where it was indicated that a space would be reserved for us, so needless to say we were delighted with this news. The Christmas tree that I had orered as a replacement for the one that got ‘lost’ at the carriers arrived yesterday and I had done a rough job in assembling this. The assembly took only a matter of minutes but what did take the time was working round the tree branch by branch to ‘spread out’ the wire branches and twigs around the tree. Our domestic help and I spent several minutes making the tree look a presentable shape and we agreed that it was quite OK for now but would be considerably improved once dressed i.e. had its lights  draped on it and decorated with a few baubles – but more of this later.

Meg and I walked down to the park and met up with our University of Birmingham friend whilst I shot off to collect the newspaper and to post the ‘In Synpathy’ cards to my relatives. Although the weather seemed quite fine when we walked down, an icy wind had sprung up from somewhere and we were very glad to get home. When we did open our front door, we had a real surprise. Our domestic help knew where the Christmas tree lights were (which we had recently purchased) and took it upon herself to decorate our Christmas tree for us. When the hall curtain was drawn (to minimise the light), the effect was absolutely stunning and to say we were delighted is a massive understatement. Then our chiropodist rang to say could she come an hour or so early as she had a cancelled appointment which was fine by us and we had been expecting her later on in the day anyway. Then the doorbell rang – it was our domestoc help who had left us some time before but gone down to Age Concern where she knew they had masses of spare decorations and bought a collection of very tasteful baubles for us with which she proceeded to finish off the decoration of the tree. I suspect that she hates to see a job only half completed but the net result is that at the end of the day we have a superbly decorated tree which is one of the best we have ever had.

The COVID news today is all very worrying and the mathematics of Omicron are terrifying. Infections are currently doubling every two to three days (apparently slightly faster in Scotland) and today the UK Health Security Agency estimated that by the end of the month that doubling would mean at least one million people being infected with Omicron. There are two potential silver linings to the cloud of uncertainty. One of them is that the severity of the illness that the Omicron variant causes may well turn out to be mild – and therefore less likely to result in hospitalisations or even death. While it looks like boosters will act as a powerful shield against Omicron, just a tiny reduction in vaccine protection against hospitalisation could make a massive difference to the NHS. Earlier this week, SAGE estimated that a drop in the vaccine’s ability to keep people out of hospital from 96% to 92% would mean a doubling in the number of people going to hospital. This is a very, very sobering thought for a variant that spreads much faster than any one we’ve known so far.

The other political sport so far is to see whether a rebellion against Boris Johnson will intensify or not. As the Labour Party are going to support the new government measures in the House of Commons next week, it could well be that Tory MP’s will feel inclined to rebel knowing that the life of the government is not threatened. But of course, the critical thing will be the bye-election next Thursday in Shropshire North which ought to be a really safe Tory seat wit a majority of nearly 23,000. In all probability, the Tories will still win this (as the Liberal and Labour campaigns do not intend to step aside in favour of the other) but were the Tories to lose, then the Tory party may well run into panic mode and ditch Boris Johnson.

Today seemed quite a fine day after the storms of the last week or so. As Meg and I walked down into the park, it semed almost mild and n enjoyed some pale sunshine – admittedly, it is still a little on the cold side but with the absence of icy winds blowing from the storms, it was quite a pleasant experience.  On our way down this morning, one of my Irish friends had learned, through this blog, of the sad death of my brother-in-law and  came out of the house to offer her condolences. Our other friends were also on their way out shopping in the car and stopped by to remind me that the wreaths they had been making for us were ready for collection. So I promised I would call by later i the car and pick them up. After we had our walk in the park including our elevenses, we set off for home. I made a curry with some leftovers and following the family tradition of hving a curry about once a week (carried over from our student days, a long long time ago).

After lunch, I knew that I needed to make a trip into town bar car. Firstly, I picked up our wreaths with which I am going to adorn our porch some time in the morning when I have plenty of light and I can see what I am doing. Then I needed to buy some bereavement cards for my sister and for each of her four children (who have just lost their father) I went to WH Smiths for the cards as I could buy stamps at the same time and managed to get five cards which did not duplicate each other. Then I popped into Poundland to buy one or two bits and bobs and then finally struck fo home. I decided that we would have some homemade soup this evening for our afternoon bit of supper so I took the 500gram bag of Soffritto (carrot,onion and celery) and weighed out a third of this. Then  I parboiled these together with one half of a (huge) leek and a fried onion and got them going in the soupmaker, together with one desertspoonful of Balti cooking sauce and some vegetable stock. The result was just how I wanted it to be, even though I forgot to put in some coconut milk which I had purchased this morning.

After we had our tea, I got a call from my sister who was bearing up well after the death of her husband yesterday. She was in a position to gve me the date of my brother-in-law’s funeral and it is now planned for a week tomorrow i.e. Friday, 17th December. This is excellent in many ways as it means that we can have the funeral well before Christmas. At the same time, I can take some time to meet the Yorkshire branch of the family so I am pleased that we did not get into a situation where there delays all the place because Christmas is now so close. After the phone call, I did a quick search on the web to see what accommodation was available. The hotel we stayed in before and the B&B which used to stay in (now converted into an ApartHotel) both seemed pretty expensive but one of the big hotels in the city centre had a special offer on and we managed to book a room at this price. In particular, the advantages of hotels over B&B’s in Harrogate is the availability of carparking – the B&B’s in Harrogate have to rely on street parking which can be a nightmare. So we can now go up for the funeral the day before (i.e. on Thursday), have the funeral on the Friday and then stay one extra day on the Saturday before we head for home on Sunday. This way, we have enough time to spent a bit of time with the members of the family that we have not seen for about two years now.

The press are still having a field day with what you might call ‘Partygate’. It now seems that apart from the infamous party that took place on 18th December last year, there are two more that are also going to come into the investigation that Boris Johnson announced in the Commons yesterday. One Conservative MP when asked if he thought that there was actually a party replied that when you put together the ccounts of the food and drink that got wheeled in, the ‘secret Santa’ presents that were organised, some incredibly loud carousing that went on until about 1-2 in the morning plus the damage to a door that had occurred during the proceedings, he replied ‘Well, it sounds like a party to me’  Today it has also been announced that the Conservative party have been fined £18,000 for not properly declaring the donations from a wealthy Tory party donor in their accounts to pay for the refurbishment of the flat in No. 10 – and it looks as Boris Johnson may have lied to Lord Geidt, the independent adviser on ministers’ interests.

Today has been quite a momentous day, one way or another. After the release of a video by Downing Street staff showing a rehearsal of how the press team would respond if informed there had been a party in Downing Street (held against the regulations), there has been a lot of interest into exactly how the Prime Minister would respond in Prime Minister’s Questions at 12.00 today. What made the video especially obnoxious was the fact that that Boris Johnson’s then adviser and press spokesman, Alexa Stratton, was giggling throughout her rehearsed answers which were, in themselves, a quasi-admission that the party had actually taken place. To the thousands of relatives who could not be present at the death of their parents and loved ones, let along hold their hand whilst they were dying, they were confronted not only with the fact that the Downing Street were not only having a party but were giggling about the possible consequences of their illegality. This has been like a red rag to a bull and has absolutely enfuriated bereaved relatives all over the country.

Meg and I tuned into Prime Minister’s Questions where Boris Johnson apologised abjectly for the fact of the release of the video (and therefore its contents) but also promised an enquiry by the Cabinet Secretary as to whether or not there had been a party.  According to an opinion poll in Sky News, 64% people believe that there actually had been a party. Only about 7% think that Johnson is telling the truth but as I have indicated in previous blogs some ‘vox pop’interviews have tarred Labour politicians with the same brush assuming that all politicians lie.

No sooner was Prime Minister’s Questions over, then I received a telephone call from my sister with the incredibly sad news that her husband of 55 years had died in hospital in Harrogate. He had taken a dramatic turn for the worse a few days ago and members of the family had been in a constant vigil. He died peacefully holding the hands of his two daughters and my sister arrived within minutes of his death to bid her farewell. One of my nieces who was sharing the telephone call with my sister giving us the sad news left me with a poignant comment that ‘Although people might have thought that (my father) was a funny old thing at least he was OUR funny old thing’ The most immediate questions that arise is whether there will be new COVID rules which will hamper the holding a full funeral and Meg and I are holding ourselves in readiness so that we can immediately make a booking in a local hotel (if that is possible) for the funeral wenever that might be.

I remember particularly  clearly my sister’s wedding day on a very cold day in February, 1966. I was in my first year at university and was not the possessor of a lounge suit so I hired one from Messrs. Moss Bros (as one did in those days) Although they had measured me up for a suit the one that was supplied was extraordinarily ill-fitting so I felt the need for some braces to keep the trousers up. I raced into town (Leeds) early that morning and dashed round Woolworths but all I could find was ‘suspenders’. Cursing the Americans for replacing a perfectly good English word (braces) with one of their one I bought the suspenders only to find when I got them home that I had bought a pair of sock suspenders. To make the best of a bad job, I took the pair of suspenders and twisted them together to form a type of elastic rope which I then tied together under my armpits to keep the trousers in more or less the right position – the ‘suspenders’ were hidden from  view by the waistcoat. I was ‘giving’ my sister away as my sister and I were part of a one parent family and I recall that we had a taxi to take us to the church. To give ourselves a little Dutch courage, we swigged from a hip flask of whisky but as the taxi arrived early, we had to keep ‘going round the houses’ to use up a bit of time, swigging constantly as the taxi circulated around. The rest of the wedding went off without any hitches. My brother-in-law as well as running his coal and haulage business was equally deducated to snooker in his earlier days (when he won the prize at his local Conservative club quite regularly, fishing (into which he inducted his two sons) and last, but not least, cricket. He was an avid follower of Yorkshire cricket and would have been saddened in the extreme to see what has happened to his beloved in recent weeks – he could be that he was too ill to fully appreciate the most recent event when most of the committee members of Yorkshire cricket club have resigned in the wake of the Azeem Rafiq revelations about rampant racism within the club.

Today was the day when Storm Barra (named by the Irish Meteorological Service) swept across the country and we knew that, according to all predictions, it ought to sweep across the Midlands mid-morning. In view of all of this and as it was my Pilates day as well (when we normally have a ‘tight’ turn around), we decided to go down to town by car so that we wouldn’t end up soaking wet. So we picked up our newspaper and headed for home so that we could have our elevenses snug at home rather than shivering on a park bench. Meg and I are gradually getting over our ‘sniffly’ colds thanks largely to some ‘colds and ‘flu’ capsules  that we had stored away in a kitchen drawer waiting for a time when we would really need them (such as this). Once we had got home, I started to prepare some of the elements of lunch so that we could eat rapidly once I had got home from my Pilates class. Then I spent a certain amount of time looking around for some of the specialist Christmas socks I was certain I had bought last year. I did discover some with a discreet motif of reindeers on them but I was sure that I had purchased several more festive pairs last year but I couldn’t find them in my search through various sock drawers.  My ‘reindeer’ socks were easily surpassed in festive spirit by the socks worn by my fellow class members so I shall have to do something about that by next Tuesday. 

My thoughts are gradually turning to more Christmassy things, particularly now that Christmas cards are starting to arrive by every post. Prime amongst these concerns is trying to find out what has happened to the Christmas tree which we have purchased and now seems to be ‘stuck’ somewhere in the carriers (Hermes) When I try the tracking sytem I am informed ‘Parcel being processed in the depot’ but it has been like that for days. After my abortive efforts to get through to the retailers yesterday, I tried again to get through to the retailer who agreed that there was a problem. They consulted their stock records  and as I feared, this particular model of Christmas tree is now out of stock. So I accepted the offer of a  full refund (which might take 10 working days to process, by the way) and am left to contemplate my options. I got onto Amazon and ordered another tree, similar in design to the previous one but perhaps not quite as nice and certainly more expensive. However, this ought to arrive by tomorrow which means I get round to putting it up on Friday (with a bit of assistance from our domestic help  were I to need it). The next Christmassy thing is to get my Christmas cards (computerised) list run off.  If this works satisfactorily, then it considerably speeds up the mechanics of Christmas card writing but it is always a slightly anxious few minutes to make sure that the address label printing system works as intended without a lot of abortive and wateful trial runs to get it right before you initiate the final run. I have to check in my particular storage space if I have the right number of sheets of labels and, if necessary, order some more before I start this year’s run. Another Christmassy type job that I will have to think about is bottling at least some of my supplies of damson vodka/gin so that ‘Santa Claus’ can have his normal jaunty visit to members of my Pilates class this year.

Sky News has got a remarkable scoop this evening. Thy are reporting that the Labour Party  has accused Number 10 staff of ‘laughing’ at the British public after footage emerged of Downing Street officials joking about a Christmas party during a time of strict COVID restrictions. In a video recording of what ITV News reported was a rehearsal for a TV media briefing, senior Number 10 aides were filmed talking and laughing about a Christmas party. According to the report, the footage is from 22 December last year – four days after an alleged Christmas party took place in Number 10. I wonder if the Downing staff will try and argue that just because you are rehearsing what you will say in the event that one’s party has been ‘discovered’ just not mean to say that that the party actually took place.

Boris Johnson is quoted tonight as opining that the Omicron variant of COVID appears to be more transmissible than the dominent Delta variant which is confirmed by the very rapid rise in the number of new cases reported daily. There were 101 new cases reported yesterday taking the total to 437, a 30% increase in one day. However, there are the slightest of slight indications that the new variant may be somewhat less likely to cause severe illness rather than the Delta variant but we shall have to wait about 2-3 more weeks before this prediction can be confirmed (or not)

We woke up to quite a raw day today but there no active frost or snow – just a constant icy drizzle. Last night, Meg and I were fighting off streaming colds so we treated ourselves to our second hot toddy of the day (whisky, sugar, lemon,boiling water) and took some cold and ‘flu relief powders as we were going to bed. We woke up feeling marginally better so perhaps the self-medication was proving its worth. I needed to pop into Waitrose to buy one or two things of which we were running short so we went down in the car, collected our newspaper and provisions  from Waitrose and then shot home to have our elevenses at home. We cooked ourselves a small joint of gammon (transferred from yesterday) and then settled down for some afternoon chores. One of these consisted in hanging onto the help line of the customer services firm from which we have purchased an artificial Christmas tree but which has got stuck somehow at the carriers. I somehow feel this is a saga which is going to run and run but as I have already paid for the tree, I feel I must try and get through the suppliers (on the non-suppliers) somehow. 

The health secretary has admitted that the latest Omicron figures are such that he is uncertain whether or not the UK will be knocked off by the latest figures which have now risen to 336. Sajid Javid has admitted that there is now ‘multiple community transmission’  which means basically that the new variant of the virus is all around us and looks as though it is outcompeting the Delta version of the virus and will become the dominant variant of the virus within a few weeks i.e. by Christmas. What I think is quite interesting is to see how a virus-weary population might respond to all of this and whether it will impact on the family visits and celebrations over the Christmas period. I would imagine that many of the traditional Christmas parties might be abandoned or radically scaled back but I doubt that it will stop people seeing their relatives as happened last Christmas.

We have received some very worrying news about my brother-in-law, still in hospital in Yorkshire. It looks as though the cancer from which he is suffering has spread from his spine to his liver so may sister and the rest of the family are preparing for some very sad news in the days and weeks ahead. Because of COVID restrictions, only one member of the fairly large family may see my brother-in-law at a time (my sister has four children and they all live fairly locally) The family are doing all that they can to support my sister who now seems resigned to the inevitable – but it is a very sad and troubling time for all of the family.

We are looking forward., if that is the right term, for the latest storm to sweep across the country. It looks as though we are in for a period of high winds and freezing temperatures – but the snow looks as though it may fall mainly on the high ground and in the already afflicted north east areas of the country. I think it was a hardy Scandinavian who coined the epithet ‘there is never bad weather, just inappropriate clothing‘ so I suppose we need to prepare ourselves with multiple layers of jumpers supplemented by good outerwear, gloves, scarves, hats and sound footwear plus trekking poles (if the need should arise). Tomorrow is the day when I traditionally walk down to my Pilates class and it looks as though the height of the storm might just be as I am undertaking my walk. But, ‘sufficient to the day is the evil thereof‘ as the good book says.

A most extraordinary new principle by which we are policed has just been announced. Some Labour MPs have reported to the Metropolitan Police (in the capital) that Downing Street had had a party about this time in contravention of the then regulations. A spokesman for the police has announced  ‘we do not investigate transgressions of the regulations that might have occurred in the past’ (in other words, they don’t want to tangle with the political elite who do not feel themselves bound by the same rules as the rest of us) As has been suggested on Twitter, one could always try this out on the police next time one has an encounter with the police, say for a traffic offence:  ‘Well, I might have been speeding in the past, officer, but I am not speeding at the moment.‘ It is also reported in the headline in today’s Times that Boris Johnson is to instruct the members of his government if any of their actions are subjected to judicial review that they should ignore the rulings. This is the start of an authoritarian progression which means that the very foundations of our democracy are being undermined by a Prime Minister who is beholden to the right wing of the Conservative party.

Winter has set in with a vengeance and today dawned with a generally raw and icy blast. As is customary, I walked down to our local newsagent on my own coming back in time to watch the Andrew Marr show. The deputy prime minister, Dominic Raab, was interviewed and I was wondering how he was going to reply. He admitted that a  ‘formal party’ in Downing Street last December would have been contrary to Covid-19 guidance saying it would have been ‘the wrong thing to do’. However, Boris Johnson had assured him no rules had been broken over the alleged gathering last year, despite reports from various sources in several newspapers. So that is all right then! Meanwhile, some of the Sunday newspapers are recounting poignant stories of how about a year ago now, relatives were not allowed to be present at the deaths of their close relatives (observing the rules) whilst a party was taking place in Downing Street  (where ‘no rules were being broken’). Boris Johnson at Prime Minister’s Questions last Wednesday has not denied that the party took place but has denied that any rules were broken. But holding a party (breaking the rules) is not breaking the rules. This is Alice in Wonderland politics and I wonder for how long the present government can continue with such rampant dissimulation.

Meg and I got into contact with our University of Birmigham friend to indicate we would have to  have a truncated meeting this morning as we were off to visit our friends down the road for a coffee. In the event we decided to call off our meeting in the park and we made our way, cold and shivering, to have coffee and a chat with our Irish friends. We spent a very happy couple of hours and it was particularly nice to accept the offer of a hot toddy (whisky and boiling hot water)  to help to overcome the effects of the cold and streaming colds that are afflicting Meg and myself. I think it migh be another case tonight, as last night, to have a ‘cold relief’ type of medication before we settle down for the night. Our chat was very useful to us, though, in lots of ways because as well as a laugh and a joke, we discussed some of the ways in which we might align our holiday plans for later next year. It could be that we go off to our normal haunts in Northern Spain next year when the coast has cleared (in the spring) and then we might holiday together on the same pilgrimage to Rome and Assissi in Italy in the autumn.  Of course, so much depends on how much damage the new COVIFD variant of Omicron manages to wreak on the European population and how viable travel to any European country turns out to be.

In the Sunday Times, I read a wonderful  quote which rather tickled my fancy. This was an apparently an old expression that if you being pursued by a bear who wants to eat you, then it not important to be at the front of the group of people who are running away but rather one should strive not to be the slowest person in the group (at the back). This rather reminds me of an article which I read decades ago and this was entitled ‘Protection of the Inept’ The idea here is that all organisations contain within people who are obviously inept in their current role for the psychological well-being of the other organisation members. These may well say (or think) ‘However badly I am doing, I am not doing worse than X’), the principle being that all organsations find it useful not to sack evidently inept people. Whether this was intended to be a ‘tongue-in-cheek’ article or a serious organisational principle, I am not in a position to determine – but it is an amusing idea. I am pretty sure that I can discern this princple at work in every organisation in which I have been employed (since 1962)

It is scary time in the Omicron saga again tonight. The number of new infections in which Omicron has been identified has leapt by 50% in a single day. Whilst the absolute number of cases is not huge at this stage, the rate of increase is dramatic. The cases have risen from 160 yesterday to 246 today and this must be getting close to an exponential rate of increase. According to the scientists, we have to wait for about three weeks (which takes us very close to Christmas Day) before as a society, we can discern what degree of threat the new variant poses to us and what further measures might be necessary.  I can see another lockdown coming on but no doubt it won’t be called that but will have the attribution of ‘Plan B’ or something similar. I think the degree of complacency in our current political leadership lamentable – one suspects they are holding their fingers and hope it all goes away (but we have to have lots of socialisation over Christmas to give the new variant an especially forceful boost)

Today dawned fairly bright and clear and the only thing to disturb our equilibrium was that quite a cold and gusty wind blew from time to time. On hearing some banging noises from an adjacent garden, we looked out of our bedroom window and noticed that our next door neighbour was completing the construction of his garage-type replacement adjacent to his house and right up to our boundary fence. We spent several minutes observing them closely, largely so that we could act immediately in case there were to be any more trespass to occur as it did about a fortnight ago. The builders (evidently, employed to work over the weekend) were busy putting on a type of damp proof membrane, fastening it down with battens and finally hanging the tiles on it. When they evidently having a coffee/cigarette break, I popped down into Mog’s Den to ensure my video camera was working OK (which it was), largely to act as a reassurance that we wouldn’t have workmen hopping over the fence into our garden to finish off the job. Meg and I walked down to the park, where we met with our University of Birmingham friend by prior arrangement and he turned up with Seasoned World Traveller so that we could make up a foursome. About a couple of days ago, Meg and I had watched the first hour of the spoof disster mobie ‘Airplane‘ that we had first seen in a little local cinema in Leicestershire about 36 years ago. We still enjoyed many of the visual gags and some of the dialogue, funny at the time and still funny, could not be repeated in these more politically correct times. So we spent a few happy minutes mutually recalling some of the more memorable scenes in this and similar movies before we were joined by one or two of the local dogs (complete with their owners) who sensed that food was in the offing whilst Meg and I were consuming our coffee and biscuits and they hung around expectantly, to the chagrin of their owners, waiting for crumbs to fall from the rich man’s table, as it were.

We collected our Saturday newspaper and were then fortunate to bump into one of our Irish friends who we had not seen for several days as we had tended to make our journeys by car rather than walking down in the last few days. We got invited around for coffee tomorrow morning at 11.00am to which we will look forward tremendously as we have quite a lot to catch up with one thing or another. We also saw some of our other oldest friends who had been especially busy preparing Christmas wreaths which are sold through the church. Having spent some time last year getting suitable screws into the walls in our porch upon which to hang our wreaths, we will be delighted to receive ours in about a week’s time. Needless to say, we haven’t heard any more about our missing Christmas tree so I expect that will be even more hassle and another ½ hour wait on the customer helpline on Monday. 

We had to have a ‘quickie’ lunch as we got in a little late after our conversations this morning. The wind was biting cold and most unpleasant on the way home so we were delighted to get home as soon as we could. One thing that we could not help noticing as soon as we got home was that the building work next door seems to have been largely completed. I took Meg down into ‘Mog’s Den‘ so that she, like myself, could inspect the new edifice at close quarters. From what we can tell, the overall result is not displeasing – the bricks match up with the original house and the new construction has been tiled. From what I can tell, there has been no provision made for any rainwear goods so I suspect that after my intervention of a couple of weeks ago they have decided not to bother. The ‘catchment’ area for any rainwater is not huge but nonetheless I suspect that in the fullness of time a certain amount of water, not to mention snow, will shed onto our land. I will have to decide what to do about this a little later on. At the same, I showed Meg my new video camera which is trained on the fence and provides us with a measure of security, as well as capturing images of any would-be trespasser. Much to my surprise, Meg thought the installation looked very professional and would certainly do the job for which it was intended. At the same time, I can check that the electronics are all working as they should.

Meanwhile the number of Omicron cases has risen to 160 in the UK. The government has also announced today that all travellers to the UK will have to have a negative test before they are allowed to travel to the UK.The rule applies to all travellers visiting the UK or returning from a holiday, regardless of vaccination status, and will come into force from 4am on Tuesday 7 December.