When I awoke yesterday, I resisted the temptation to sleep a little longer and got up as quite a bright day beckoned. On consulting the weather app on my phone, it looks as though we are in for a spell of cooler temperatures and a temperature averaging some 16° which will suit me just fine. There are no particular tasks associated with today apart from the usual extended chats with our domestic help and a possible visit to the Methodist centre later in the morning. The newspapers are rather agog this morning with the revelation made to the House of Commons yesterday by the Defence Secretary. After the withdrawal of first, the Americans and then, the British from Afghanistan and the takeover of that society by the Taliban, then the fate of those Afghanis who had assisted the British in their war efforts became problematic. They had often acted as interpreters or as liaison between the British military and the Afghanis but, of course, would be regarded with great suspicion by the Taliban. Britain did grant asylum to a selected few but there were 19,000 in this category. In one of the biggest data leaks in history, all of their details were revealed in an unprotected email and hence their identities and contact details were known and their lives subsequently at risk. To cover all of this up, the previous Conservative government applied for and got a ‘super injunction’ where even the court was held in secret behind closed doors and it was forbidden to reveal the existence of the injunction even to Parliament. This super injunction has now been lifted and the details revealed to Parliament. The British government had run a highly secretive immigration scheme to assist a few of the Afghanis but the total cost of the scheme which has now run for three years and may well have to continue is of the order of £7bn. In view of the sensitivity of immigration, it is not surprising that the government sought to hide all of these details in this way but I think that MPs were truly shocked when eventually the details were released to the Commons. A super injunction is a type of court order in England and Wales that prevents the publication of private information and, uniquely, also prohibits reporting that the injunction itself exists. This means not only is the information (e.g., details of a private life) kept confidential, but the public and media are also forbidden from reporting on the fact that a court has issued an order to keep it secret. This is a really draconian power and these injunctions are only ever sought to protect the already rich and powerful but the shocking feature is that even Parliament is denied knowledge of the events. This may well now change after this revelation but you can see why the past Conservative government wanted to keep quiet about this massive data leak and its political consequences – perhaps even more details will be revealed to Parliament and the press later on today.

After my shower and breakfast, I spent a fair amount of time talking over the details of the new post which our domestic help will shortly assume in the care home for which she works most of the time. I am sure she will be excellent in this new role but of course, every job has its particular challenges. Eventually, I wandered down the hill stopping on a couple of occasions to have chats with acquaintances that I know by sight from my journeys up and down to collect my newspaper. On the way back, I was surprised when a couple that I scarcely know engaged me in conversation and when I communicated to them that my wife had died some nine weeks ago I was surprised when she intimated that everybody along that stretch of road already knew the news. I suppose that I must often have been observed whilst I was intent and focused upon getting Meg up and down the hill but evidently our excursions has been noted. In our conversation, it transpired that the wife of the couple was an AgeUK volunteer and her own father had died of dementia so perhaps she recognised all of the signs. When I got home, I noticed that our domestic help had helped to clear out a bit more of the clutter in our wardrobes some of it Meg-related such as old handbags. Some was going to be recycled back to AgeUK and a lot of packaging materials junked, which was just as well as it is the day for the disposal of general household waste this week. I was not particularly hungry today but I put some bits and pieces into an omelette to get them eaten up. After lunch, I felt that I needed to go out and do a bit of gardening bit most of my energies were devoted to getting the rust of my favourite pair of long handled garden shears to which I gave a bit of a sharpen-up with a special tool that I have. I then tidied up a bit of a tangle before I start on the edging to the back lawn probably tomorrow if it is not too wet. I am looking forward a little to the Norway vs. Italy quarter final which is to be played in the evening but if this match is not as entertaining as it might be, then there always a new series of ‘Sky Arts‘ on the Tate Modern which is probably worth a watch. My sympathies will probably lie with the Norwegians because they may well be the underdogs in the battle against Italy. To take some of the pressure off tomorrow, I might just pop out to access the ATM this evening which generally I do the night before I go shopping because the car parks are generally empty and the ATMs easily accessible. This week is a bit of an ’empty’ one as I have no appointments of any kind whereas next week is going to quite a full one. I have two occasions on when I am going out to see relatives/friends and a clutch of routine medical appointments which asll seem to have clustered next week rather this.

Yesterday was the day when the latest hot spell was due to moderate and it was anticipated that a band of rain would move across the country from west to east. How much rain we will get is yet to be seen but the grass in the gardens is that yellow-brown picture that we last witnessed some fifty years ago in the long hot summers of the 1970’s. The Test Match came to an exciting conclusion and led me to go and check the laws of cricket. The last wicket fell with only 22 runs to spare and the Indian batsman stopped the ball only for the ball to very slowly roll towards the wicket and so this becomes a bowled out. As the ball only just hit the stump and very gently and the bail did appear to fall then this would have been a ‘Not Out’ But the England team went into a wild celebratory mode but I did not actually see the bail fall. Later on, though, when I studied the TV news of the victory, I did see the bail fall as must the rest of the England team. Partisan feelings on one side, the two sides are incredibly equally matched although I think that the England team have held onto one or two really difficult catches and this is ultimately the difference between the two teams. The night before I had watched the Michael Moseley programme on the ageing process where the initial point made at length in the film is that the amount of blood flow and hence oxygen reaching the brain is critical and this explains why some people ‘age’ more than others. I suppose also that this is why walking a certain distance each day (and perhaps swimming also) assumes the role that it does in maintaining a well oxygenated blood supply to the brain. I try hard not to wonder whether if Meg had exercised in middle life, this would have prolonged her life but it is all a matter of conjecture, being wise after the event and applying knowledge that at the time that we did not have. I try to push these questions to the back of my mind but almost inevitably there is always a rather persistent ‘what if’ that keeps coming to mind. There is the point, of course, that trying hard to avoid one cause of death raises the possibility of dying from several other causes which is the ultimate ‘counter-factual’ My son, who is after his retirement from the NHS is taking great pains to get himself fully restored to health and fitness often calls around in the morning after he has had his early morning swim at a health club. When he calls round, he has a bite of breakfast here and is keeping a filial eye on me and we tend to discuss sporting and political events of the day. I gave him an article published in yesterday’s ‘Times‘ where one of the regular staff writers was bemoaning the experiences that she had recently had with her aged mother in hospital and the frustrations that this caused. Although the parallels were not exact, there were sufficient points of similarity for me to understand her ‘angst’ as I had to share similar feelings when Meg had her episode in hospital and despite after tests being declared medically ‘fit’ on the day she was admitted, took another 8-9 days to get her discharged to home where she could be looked after so much better than in hospital. Of course, each hospital differs in its internal organisation and coordination but one is always left with the feeling that NHS is bed-blocking itself, whilst always waiting of course for understaffed social services to make their own assessments of the care packages that are needed.

I walked down into town this morning, making contact with two separate groups of friends in Wetherspoons. The first group were the two old ladies (sometimes three) that make a point of us meeting up in Wetherspoons for a coffee. Our topic of conversation this morning was the way in younger generations of women who were talented but not destined for university would receive a good secretarial education in shorthand and typing. Shorthand was once the ultimate hack for fast note-taking, using symbols and lines to capture words in real time. Punctuation marks are kept to the bare minimum. Only periods and question marks are generally used — the rest are optional. Perfect for journalists, secretaries and court reporters, shorthand turns fast-paced conversations, speeches or interviews into easily transcribed notes. The market leader as it were in shorthand was the Pitman’s system and my mother was trained to us it and even taught the rudiments of it to some of her grandchildren. Our chorister friend used it as a young woman and can still write notes in it which she still does if she wishes to record some facts for her own life story. The trouble is that none of the rest of the family can understand it and eventually with the onslaught of modern technology, it will soon be swept away. We also reminded ourselves that in the 1920’s and 1930’s young women if married had to resign their jobs in the civil service. This procedure known as the ‘marriage bar’ was abandoned in 1946 but it persisted in the Foreign Office until 1973. After the first little group broke up, I then hunted out Seasoned World Traveller and we exchanged some stories about our occupational and social lives in bygone decades, when we were both much younger. Whilst we were partaking of coffee it rained quite heavily but fortunately the showers had passed over by the time I came to walk home. then I had only just about enough time to gather together my things and go down for my Pilates class but I make this journey by car to save time and effort. Upon my return, I made myself a lunch of mackerel fillets, green beans and some tinned tomatoes. Then it was time for a doze and a read of the ‘The Times‘ where the health sections on a Tuesday are always quite informative. There was a particularly interesting article written by a neuropsychologist writing how she had turned theory into practice to help to slow the progression of dementia in her own mother. Naturally, this article gave one a lot of food for thought.

The night before yesterday, I was entertained by a thrilling day at the Lord’s Test match between India and England which could still go either way. The football match between England and Wales had a predictable result with England winning 6:1, going on to play Sweden but the Welsh can console themselves with the absolutely stunning goal that they scored half way through the second half. It looks and feels that the hot weather may be moderating itself just a tad which means that we may have a few cooler days of respite, and even a little rain, to which to look forward. I have been reading on Sky News, with increasing horror, the operations of the US ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) agency in deporting so-called illegal immigrants in recent weeks, . In the past month, immigration and customs enforcement agents – known as ICE – have intensified their raids on homes and workplaces across Los Angeles. Since the beginning of June, nearly 2,800 undocumented immigrants have been arrested in the city, according to the Department of Homeland Security. The previous monthly high was just over 850 arrests in May this year. People being deported who came to the country when they were teenagers and are now in their late 50’s so have children and grandchildren but if they undertake such operations as selling fruit or tacos on a street corner, they are easily visible and quite liable to be picked up and put into detention somewhere. But now the local community is getting organised with mobile phones so that the local residents can come to the aid of the arrested person. Often the ICE subcontracts its operations to masked men with no uniforms or means of identification which is part of the Trump way of doing things. But his Vice President, J D Vance a convert to Catholicism is seeking to redefine what is meant by ‘neighbour’ given additional piquancy because in the Church’s liturgical calendar, on Saturday in Church we given the parable of the ‘Good Samaritan’ where Jesus was asked ‘Who is my neighbour>?’ So, a dispute is growing between the Papacy and the White House along the following lines. In a letter, Pope Francis in his lifetime argued that Catholic Christians ought to have a fundamental disposition of compassion toward immigrants because Israel was a migrant people who fled Egypt, because Jesus, Mary, and Joseph were exiles and refugees in Egypt (fleeing Nazareth), and because Jesus in his incarnation ‘chose to live the drama of immigration.’ With the recent turn in U.S. immigration law toward the mass deportation of illegals, the Pope signalled his displeasure with this development, declaring that this moment is ‘a decisive moment in history to reaffirm not only our faith in a God who is always close, incarnate, migrant and refugee, but also the infinite and transcendent dignity of every human person.’ Pope Francis heavily emphasised the dignity of the person and his or her fundamental rights. To defend the dignity of all people—regardless of their citizen status—and to protect their universal human rights, the Pope argued, was the essence of the common good: ‘the true common good is promoted when society and government, with creativity and strict respect for the rights of all—as I have affirmed on numerous occasions—welcomes, protects, promotes and integrates the most fragile, unprotected and vulnerable.’ In other words, good government is determined by how well it cares for the most vulnerable of the world, for ‘an authentic rule of law is verified precisely in the dignified treatment that all people deserve, especially the poorest and most marginalised.’ I will be interesting to see how the conservative and Trump-supporting elements of the Catholic church in the USA responds to this one but at the moment, the evident tensions are clear.

The weather being a bit fresher today, I made my way fairly slowly down the hill in order to pick up my copy of my daily newspaper from Waitrose . There I availed myself of the cup of coffee made available to cardholders and then started up the hill. I was delighted to bump into our Irish friend and we chatted for a little before I carried up the hill. About two thirds of the way home, a little ed car drew up alongside me and it was the very chatty Liverpudlian parishioner who I actually met in the Methodist Centre last Wednesday. I had in my knapsack a copy of the eulogy (and résumé of Meg’s life) for which I had given her the web address but I had a paper copy of it in case she couldn’t access it. She was delighted by this and also intimated that she enjoyed reading this blog which she had managed to access. First thing this morning, I had put out a ham joint to cook in the slow cooker so later on the morning did my normal procedure of saving half of it in the freezer whilst slices from the other half were added to some freshly prepared onion gravy which I ate with half a baked potato and some green beans. I had a bit of a doze after my dinner but then girt my loins to go out and give the car a wash which I am trying to make into a regular Monday afternoon job from now onwards. I use a watering can with a long flexible spout to give the car an initial wetting. This is followed by a going over with a long-handled brush, a further treatment with a big car washing glove and then a final rinse off with plain water and a certain amount of drying on the horizontal surfaces. I tuned into what seemed to be a long and rambling press briefing which Donald Trump was giving in the Oval Office of the White House. It may be that Trump has finally run out of patience with Putin’s prevarications over the war in Ukraine Trump is now going to authorise the sale of long-range missiles to the European members of NATO who will, in turn, give their existing stock of long-range missiles to the Ukraine. This is to even up the disparity in strengths between Russia and the Ukraine but whether it bring Putin to the negotiating table remains to be seen. The Russians have been given 50 days before new sanctions or tariffs are applied against them but this is certainly a development to be regarded with interest.

Yesterday, I believe that I successfully navigated the extreme heat that we are experiencing but I made sure that I did not go out when the temperatures were at their highest in the mid-afternoon. I did go to church starting at 6.00pm which is one of my weekly routines by now and, after the magnificent funeral that Meg experienced if I can put it that way, I feel as though I need to continue my weekly visits to the church. Our priest gave us further details of his impending departure and it now appears that he will be leaving us to return to India in the middle of August but will be taking on a tour of a couple of European pilgrimage destinations before he leaves us. At the end of the service when traditionally the priest greets each one of his parishioners, I joked with him that he was only returning to Kerala in India (from whence he hails) to escape the heat of an English summer. When I returned home, there were going to be two televised sporting events to which I was looking forward. The first of these was the résumé of the today’s cricket in ‘Today at the Test’ in which, as a measure of how equally matched the two sides are, the two sides actually scored the same number of runs as each other at the end of their first innings or in other words the scores were tied. Now this is a very rare event at the end of a match and has actually happened on only two occasions in the two thousand odd Tests matches that have been played worldwide. So the rest of the match becomes essentially a one-innings Test match. The next treat along was the Germany versus Sweden in the womens’ football in the Euro competition and Germany got off to a flying start, After about five minutes, I went upstairs to change the trousers in which I had been to church for some cooler shorts (of which I only possess one pair) When I came downstairs, not only had Germany scored but the Swedes had equalised. After that, the Swedes comprehensively beat the German side, eventually winning with a scoreline of 4:1. In this they were assisted by a German fullback who, desperate to avoid a certain goal, pushed the ball away from the goal as though she were a goalkeeper. This unequivocally results in a red card and an immediate sending off followed by a penalty with which the Swedes scored. So, the Germans played most of the match with only ten players and were beaten by Sweden who had never beaten them before. It could be that the Swedes topping their group will now go onto play the loser of the England versus Wales match which is to be played on Sunday evening. So again, in the evening, there will be two sporting events to which to look forward. To avoid the heat of the bedroom, I actually started off my night’s sleep the evening before by going to sleep on the couch in the downstairs living room before crawling in to my ‘proper’ bed at about 3.00am in the morning.

After I had done my customary 15 minutes or so of Pilates exercises and then breakfasted this morning and watched the Lorna Kuenssberg politics programme, I received the customary and very welcome phone call from my University of Birmingham friend, with whom I often team up on a Sunday morning. As we did last Sunday we decoded to make a beeline for our favourite little spot on a Sunday morning in the local water facilities area where we can drink coffee in relative peace whilst also viewing the variety of water sports (canoeing, sailing, kayaking, paddle boarding, swimming) and whilst neither of us has to the slightest desire to engage in such activities ourselves, it is quite fun observing other people struggling manfully on their little one man skiffs and dinghies. My good friend and I talked over a range of domestic, family and health issues as close friends do and the morning seemed to go by in a flash. Wen I was dropped back at home, I was disinclined to eat but treated myself to some ice-cream to cool down before eventually making myself a tuna salad lunch. In the afternoon, rather than watching the Wimbledon’s mens’ final, there were two classic films which I half watched/dozed through. The first was the Ealing comedy ‘Passport to Pimlico’ which is perhaps more interesting as a snapshot of life in late 1940’s/early 1950’s London rather than its humour content. The other film was the classic Robert Redford/Paul Newman classic ‘Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid’ which is best appreciated for its many laconic one—liners. The film ends in a shootout when, injured and faced with a whole contingent of the Bolivian army, the two outlaws decide to make a run for it with all guns blazing and the famous line ‘For a moment, I thought we were in trouble!’ As in the night before, there will be a double helping of sport for me this evening with ‘Today at the Test’ followed by the England vs Wales in the Women’s Euro competition. Here the result seems not to be in doubt as England are ex European champions and Wales are one of the weakest sides but strange things can happen in sport as we noticed in the Germany vs. Sweden match last night.

I have taken the opportunity to look ahead to see if there are any TV treats for me in store this week and have noticed three items. On Monday night there is the start of a series on the origins of humankind which I always find a fascinating subject. On Wednesday, a series of Andre Rieu concerts will start on Sky Arts which I can always either take or leave and then there is the start of the Proms on Friday night which I generally follow each year, although some of the modern innovations designed to attract a younger audience such as film music often leaves me cold. I must say I will be glad to see the back of Wimbledon which has completely filled out the transmission times on both BBC1 and BBC2 and which I feel has an element of overkill.

As I awoke yesterday morning some time before 6.00am., I turned on ClassicFM only to hear one of my favourite pieces which is ‘How lovely is thy dwelling place’ from Brahms’ ‘A German Requiem’. According to the web, in the Requiem, Movement IV is unique for its sweet character as a choral song. For many listeners, this is the highpoint of the Requiem, and it is definitely the movement most often extracted for separate performance. It is a flowing choral part-song in which the chief melody is most often in the soprano part. The text is direct and personal. Meg and I used to listen to this very often and I actually heard it played on ClassicFM only day before. Although the smart speaker, Alexa, had difficulties in finding it, I would request this and then fall asleep to it in the days when I slept on a camp-bed alongside Meg when her bed (actually a hospital bed) was located downstairs. All of this is coincidence, of course, but listening to ClassicFM as much as I do is a slightly two-edged sword as Meg and I used to listen to the same pieces together, ClassicFM being such a staple in our house. We have three days of exceptionally hot weather to navigate and it is interesting to see how many people are solicitous and concerned that I do not suffer too much from the heat. My next-door neighbour, with whom I had a brief chat yesterday, insisted that I drink plenty of fluid and I do have a nice cooling mixture (cold water, with a little lemon barley topped up with tonic water) constantly on hand in the fridge. Even when I was down at the doctors yesterday, the very kindly health care assistant who was taking my readings made sure that I was taking all of the right steps to keep myself safe in the heat. Life will be just little more tolerable today as there will be no building work at the back of me over the weekend so this alleviates the pressure a little on two of the three days that I must navigate. According to Alexa this morning, I should expect a high of 31° later on today and the internal thermometers that I have inside the house are telling me that early in the morning it is already some between 25-27° and this is before the sun has really well and truly risen. One of the big news stories this morning is the preliminary report into the Air India air crash in which about 270 people died. It appears that both of the fuel lines to the engines had been cut off and one pilot was heard questioning the other why the fuel switches had been switched to the ‘off’ position. The other pilot denied having moved the switches but the evidence from the Black Box is clear and so a great mystery remains as to the thought processes involved in turning off fuel switches when you are attempting a take-off. No doubt this will be analysed ‘ad nauseum’ in the media throughout the rest of the day.

The day has turned out to be quite an entertaining one. I knew it was going to be a very hot today so before my walk down the hill, I took with me a flask of iced water and a banana in case I was in need of rapid sustenance on the way home. I travelled to Wetherspoons and ordered my normal repast which is an egg, cheese and bacon muffin where I leave one half of the breaded portion of the muffin to keep my carbs count low. I made contact with one of my Saturday friends and we chatted for a while before I left her to join Seasoned World Traveller whom I agreed to meet so that we could discuss CV’s. He had already sent me a two page CV and I suggested what might be some tweaks and improvements to it overall. On my way down the hill this morning, I noticed that the local large parish church of St. Johns were having an open day and inviting people in for coffee, cakes and a small recital. I would made straight for this if I had not already agreed to meet up with other friends this morning. Today was carnival day in Bromsgrove so the local roads were closed and the (shadiest) part of the local pavements filled with parents and excited children waiting to see the carnival floats process past them. But I made my way into St. John, not last because it was nice and cool. Although the cakes had all been consumed and the concert was over, I stood on the edge of two groups where various explanations were in progress. One was a ‘University of the 3rd Age’ group (which I may well join in future) and the firm of architectural restorers who have been tasked with renovating the church’s steeple were explaining how they were going about their task. At the end of my visit one could go an examine the golden spire and weather vane which had been removed from the very top of the spire and had now been ‘brought down to earth’ ready for restoration. I also stood on the fringe of another group who were having some of the mysteries of the church architecture explained to them so I found out all about ‘rood’ screens in mediaeval churches and their successors. When I left the church at about 12.30 the day was getting incredibly hot and the pavements thick wit excited crowds waiting for the procession of which I saw the first float as it caught up with me (the young children of the first school attached to the church I attend on Saturday evenings) I was extremely conscientious about seeking out every bit of shade tat I could for the journey home and certainly did not try to walk at all quickly in the extreme heat but just ambled back. The minute I got back cooled down with the aid of a fan to cool down the exterior of my body whilst a dollop of ice-cream was used to cool me down internally. Then I waited a good hour before I prepared a salad luncheon for myself.

I wondered last night what kind of a night’s sleep I would have as the temperature had been so hot during the day. But despite the adjacent building works, I had some strategic windows open to cool the house down as this particular house seems to retain the heat in the upper storey. But I had a good night’s sleep following the advice to sleep with a single sheet over one which is one tip for how best to keep cool. I must admit I am not looking forward to the extreme temperatures which are forecast for the next few days ahead and, of course, the weekend always has a different rhythm of life compared with weekdays. I have just read as an item on Sky News a test that had been done on decaffeinated teas and what was interesting was that the Asda product came out with flying colours and way ahead of the rest. The opinion of it was that it was ‘a great builders brew – and one of the few teas we tried that tasted distinctly of… tea. Malty, smooth and a hint of sweetness in the brew. A great, caffeine-free substitute if you don not want to compromise on flavour’ Now I normally use Asda as a kind of pop-in store where I only go into it to buy one or two things that cannot be found elsewhere. Apart from anything else, I have a slight prejudice against very large scale supermarkets where you trudge up and down trying to find the aisle which contains the product in which you are interested – this actually happened to me the other day when my son and I went around a local Morrisons where we treated ourselves to breakfast whilst the car was being serviced. But there are two things for which I scour our local Asda when I have the opportunity. The first is their own brand of powdered potato which is very cheap and often out of stock. I use this not as a potato substitute but as a quick and easy gravy thickening agent where it works incredibly well. Whilst on the subject of culinary ‘cheats’ I also use a few drops of a browning agent, similar to Lea and Perrins, which gives gravy a rich dark colour from its caramel content. The second item that I hunt out in Asda are rolls of little plastic food storage bags as if if I end up with scraps of uneaten or unwanted food, I tend to tie them up inside these little bags before I put them in the kitchen waste bin. As our general purpose bins only get emptied once per fortnight, it is possible for scraps of food to be hanging about for the best part of a fortnight which is not a good thing. Later on in the morning, I have a scheduled visit to the doctors so I might make a flying visit to Asda to buy these recommended teabags and anything else that I might find particularly useful. On a more personal note, it is now practically nine weeks since Meg died and I can scarcely believe how the time has flown. There are still occasions which last for a fleeting fragment of a second when I imagine that Meg is still with me in the room and I have to remind myself that she is well and truly in a better place. Although in the past, I have not had strong opinions of cremation versus burial, the more I think about it the more relieved I am that Meg was actually cremated so I do not have unpleasant thoughts of her body gradually decomposing in a burial ground.

Yesterday morning was quite full and eventful. I went down into car by car and parked at Waitrose where I picked up my newspaper and availed myself of the free coffee made available to cardholders. I was then recognised by one of the ladies who called around to our house shortly after Meg had died to pick up a bag full of medical supplies to be shipped off to the Ukraine. So, we had a very pleasant chat and then I departed to do my Asda shopping. I managed to park for free in a road at the back of Asda and then went on the hunt for various supplies. The decaff tea for which I was particularly looking was sold out, no doubt after the article praising it as a best buy. But I did buy some Redbush (Rooibos) tea and I must say that I am rather enjoying it and may drink it quite regularly from now on. It is caffeine free and rich in polyphenols and may even assist in keeping cholesterol within approved limits. I also bought some tins of fruit, some powdered potato and some of the plastic bags which I use a great deal. On my way round the supermarket, I bumped into a near neighbour and we had a good chat about Meg’s funeral and then another couple that we used to Skype regularly in COVID times. Now I was ready for my routine medical appointment and I had the circulation and pulse measured in my feet (they were fine), gave a blood sample and had my blood pressure taken (which was elevated but not alarmingly so and better than some readings over the past year or so) So then I came home and chatted with my next door neighbour about the nuisance caused by the building work going on all around us. Having put the shopping away my thoughts turned to lunch and as I have salads for days and days decided to cook myself a normal Friday risotto. This I must say I really enjoyed and saved a half of it for another day which will probably be next Friday. Then this evening I shall enjoy watching the résumé of the cricket and the Italy vs. Spain match in the women’s Euro competition. For a reason best known to them, the building work went strangely silent at about 1.00pm and I wondered if they finishing work on a Friday, being sent home because the temperatures exceeded 30° or a combination of the two. But a bit of respite from the incessant noise is only to be welcomed.

So I awoke yesterday to another really bright morning which presages a really hot day and several more to come in about the third heat wave of the summer. Upon examining my email, I discovered that Worcestershire County Council had written me a lengthy and therefore detailed explanation explaining how they were quite correct in charging me for care of the whole of the week although Meg only lived half a day into the charging period. After explaining how they were absolutely within their rights to charge as they did, they did acknowledge the distress caused and actually remitted me my contribution for the week in question but I still have quite a large bill to pay which I did not anticipate two months after Meg had died. They have even written me a second letter asking me to cancel the direct debit that was in place and this I have now done. I suppose that this is the last of the ‘hang over’ expenses but it does not help to get one’s finances on an even keel, especially as there is a deadening silence from the Teachers’ Pension Agency who have now had my application for a continuation of a portion of Meg’s pension for about seven weeks now. Last night, I enjoyed watching England return to form in beating Holland 4:0 in the Euro finals. Attention then turned to plucky little Wales who held France to 1:1 until a minute before half time when they conceded a penalty. Then in the second half there appeared to be a couple of really bad goal keeping errors which meant that Wales lost 4:1 to France but this was widely anticipated as Wales are one of the weakest teams in the competition and France one of the strongest. On the domestic political front, two more prominent Tory MPs have now defected to the Reform party which is now way ahead in the opinion polls. But there are still four years to go before another general election and the view of many political commentators is that Reform will implode well before that date. Even in the last week one of their MPs has had to resign after a whiff of scandal of a dodgy contract secured when COVID was at its height (and, incidentally, lot of illicit money was made none of which the government has recovered).

Thursday is my shopping day and I have to time this fairly carefully. I have transferred my allegiance back to the bigger of the two local Aldi stores and I timed it so that I got there at about 9.30am missing the early morning rush hour. This all worked very well and I ensured that I bought plenty of things to sustain me through the period of hot weather that we are going to have. After a leisurely unpacking of the shopping, I consulted the weather app to find the hottest part of the day – the temperature was going to rise rapidly at 1.00am and be at a maximum from 4.00pm-6.00pm. I thought I could probably just about squeeze in a cutting of the back lawn and had just started this when I was interrupted by our next-door neighbour’s frisky little poodle who had just run away. In practice the window cleaner who clean both our houses had called this morning and a back gate had been left open facilitating the little dog’s escape. I got the dog out of the back garden and then my two neighbours and myself, and the window cleaner tried, desperately and somewhat comically to capture a little dog who was relishing its freedom. Eventually, the dog succumbed to the treat of a bag of crisps and I could resume my mowing which I managed to get done before the temperature rose too much. But they are doing some building work at the very mack of us and, of course they had to operate a cement-laying machine which sounded like an express train at the very bottom of the garden. Although I stood trying to issue a complaint to an operative, they could hardly see or hear me because they were equipped with goggles and ear muff protectors and could not hear me, even if they had wanted to engage in a conversation. I tried to ‘tune out’ of all of this disturbance during Meg’s dying days but the combination of excessive noise, dust blown everywhere even on a newly washed car and the heat is making life really miserable until the noise ceases at about 4.30 in the afternoon (but it will resume at 8.00am tomorrow). When I got back inside the house, I made myself yet another salad lunch but to be honest it is too hot to cook a conventional meat and two veg meal these days. What the temperature actually is I am finding it a bit hard to gauge. According to the BBC weather guide, Bromsgrove should be experiencing a high of 29°. But I have a little digital clock which incorporates a thermometer and when I put it in the front bench where I sometimes sit, it recoded a high of 45.7° which is 104° Fahrenheit. I then put it in the shade of the porch and it recorded 35.2° (95° Fahrenheit) It is predicted to get even hotter over the next few days as well. But these high temperatures may have an unexpected bonus. I noticed that some of the weeds growing along the kerbstones that constitute our collective roadway had shrivelled up and died – if I can find a cool part of the day (early morning or evening) this this should facilitate the task of hoeing them out and generally tidying up. In any event, I need to exercise some caution when the weather is excessively hot like this. Although I feel the need to get a walk in every day to keep my back in a good condition, it could be a tad dangerous to walk for a couple of miles in the excessive heat. So I may go to places by car for the next few days – I have a routine monitoring appointment at the doctors tomorrow in the late morning so I think this will be a car job.

Yesterday morning, I slept in a little which is quite unusual for me but the day seemed a little less bright than usual. Also, the day before I had walked down into Bromsgrove as well as attending a one-hour Pilates class and then cutting the front grassed area in the afternoon. So perhaps I was a little more tired with the activities of the day and I must learn to pace myself a little better. We have another spell of really hot weather to which to look forward but I could actually do with it being a little less hot. Most people really enjoy the hot weather but the body’s ability to cope with heat diminishes with age so I have to carefully think about the activities of the day when the weather becomes really hot. I seem to remember about a decade or so ago, France experienced a heatwave during August which is the period when Paris typically empties and anybody who can makes for the coast, or at least the cooler areas. This left behind in Paris a mainly elderly population who could not cope with the heat and the death rate soared. Eventually, the authorities hot upon the expedient of putting elderly people onto trollies and then placing them in the cooling downdraught of the air conditioning systems of the large supermarkets in order to help them to survive. I doubt that we in the UK would do anything as innovative as that but the incident has stuck in my mind, for some reason. Yesterday morning was the normal day for our domestic help to arrive which she did on time, closely followed by my son. We had the obligatory cups of tea and coffee first thing in the morning and a chat to update each other on our various bits of news. Then we collectively decided that the recently acquired Monk’s Bench should be relocated against a longer wall in our hall. This having been done, the new location suits the bench so much better and it now looks so much natural in its new location. We took the much smaller Monk’s Bench inherited from Meg’s parents and it now occupies the space vacated by the much larger bench. I am delighted by the rearrangement of the furniture and now each piece seems to occupy a much more natural position, in keeping with the scale of the surroundings. After we had chatted a lot with our domestic help about her Italian holiday where she had visited both Florence and Pisa. I think both destinations were very crowded in this high holiday season and I made the suggestion that in future she and her husband enjoy the more tranquil atmosphere afforded by some of the small Italian resorts situated alongside Lake Garda (which is so large you could easily imagine that you were actually at the seaside)

I then thought that I would go to visit the Methodist Centre near the centre of Bromsgrove and immediately bumped into the very lively Liverpool-Irish parishioner from my local church who had introduced me to the Methodist centre in the first place. She read of Meg’s death even though she was away in the US at the time and was incredibly sympathetic. I let her have a good read of the ‘Order of Service’ as I carry a spare in my knapsack and then we gossiped about church matters including our change of priest at the start of September. I did not manage to make contact with the interesting group that I met last week but there is a certain randomness in all of this and, after all the other attendees at the centre know each other very well. Then I made my way to Waitrose to collect my daily newspaper before I came home and prepared myself some quiche supplemented by some salad side dishes. I just happened to have this prepared when the boyfriend-girlfriend pair of Meg’s young cadres of carers turned up to pay me a visit. They were intrigued by the upstairs of the house that they had never seen and I was delighted to shoe it to them and abate their curiosity about what the rest pf the house looked like. Obviously, they were familiar with the layout of the downstairs rooms as they had often wheeled Meg from room to room but the upstairs had in the past been left to their imagination. The young people enjoyed their glass of cold cordial which I prepared for them and used the opportunity to be able to charge up their phones which was par for the course. I did not miss the opportunity to tell them again how much I appreciated the love and attention they paid to their Meg in her final days. They told me something that I did not know that as they turned up as practically the first guests at Meg’s wake held in the afternoon of their funeral day. As they sat together at a table, they told me how guest after guest came over to thank them (probably having learnt from the blog how much I appreciated their efforts) and although they did know who the individuals were who thanked them, they were very touched by the experience. After the carers had left, I ate a delayed lunch and then contemplated some afternoon jobs. I cut up and disposed of two enormous brambles that were disgracing some of the back garden and pulled the two bins to the roadside ready for collection early in the morning. I had in mind giving the back lawns a cut today which should have been 15-20 minutes at the most. However, I consulted the weather app on my iPhone which informed me that the hottest part of the day would be between 4.00pm-6.00pm. So, I though discretion would be the better part of valour and decided to keep cool for the afternoon. In the women’s Euro football competition, there is a critical England vs. Holland match which England must win to stay in the competition – as the kick off for this is 5.00pm I will stay in for this. Later in the evening, plucky little Wales who only just qualified to enter the competition are to meet France who overwhelmed England recently so perhaps the result is a foregone conclusion. But sometimes strange upsets can occur in competitions if one team over-estimates their own abilities and some complacency creeps in.

Yesterday, the sun was really bright first thing in the morning and awoke me some time after 5.00am so I did turn over and have more than an extra hour in bed which I am sure that I probably needed before getting up at about 6.30. The day in prospect involves a walk down the hill to have coffee with my ‘Tuesday’ friends and all being well, there will be two different sets of people who I will meet up in different parts of Wetherspoons. Then it is my Pilates day but to walk up and down twice is a little beyond me so I will make the second journey by car, as parking is a little nightmarish in the carpark adjacent to the studio where I do my exercises. Sky News is reporting this morning that videos from the opening tour of Donald Trump’s new detention centre in Florida reveal flooding near electrics, raising concerns that the eight-day construction compromised its readiness, before detainees arrived at the facility. This facility dubbed ‘Alligator Alcatraz’ has been thrown together in about eight days and from what I can judge is a series of bunks held within metal cages which are then housed in a tent-like structure. But the part of Florida where the facility is built is prone to sudden squalls of rain and mini-hurricane type weather and concerns are already being expressed about its safety. The intention is to house up to 3,000 detainees before they are departed back to various countries but the video released shows examples of electrical cables already submerged in water and one can only imagine that the potential for injury and loss of life is high, to put it mildly. Of course, Florida is a state which was enthusiastically endorsed Donald Trump’s policies and they have provided the ex-military facility for the new centre to be built. When you see how the Victorians built prisons in the late nineteenth century in Britain it seems almost incredible that the Americans can see fit to erect structures to house humans that might not even pass basic animal welfare legislation. Th ‘ICE’ (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) agency is hiring gangs of masked men who pick undocumented migrants off the streets ready for deportation, splitting up families and ignoring the fact that the migrant might have been in the United States for decades and paid their fair share of taxes in the meanwhile. But although not locking people up like this, the UK did its share of seizing and deporting some of the ‘Windrush’ generation of people who because they were listed as children on their parents passports did not have their own documentation and some were deported after decades of life and work in the UK. While the exact number of Windrush deportations is difficult to pinpoint due to incomplete records, at least 83 individuals who arrived before 1973 were wrongly deported, and 63 members of the Windrush generation could have been wrongfully removed or deported since 2002. Additionally, hundreds were sent back to their countries of birth between the 1950s and 1970s under a scheme that may not have involved proper consent. There are also 34 people who were deported as a result of the Windrush scandal who have disappeared and cannot be found.

The morning turned out to be quite a long one. After I had breakfasted I set off to walk down the hill but bumped into my Italian friend who was out in her garden watering. We took the opportunity to sit together on her front bench and we talked over some family matters as well as discussing her move to be near to her daughter in Gloucestershire. All of this must have been thought about for a long time but I think my friend has lived in her (immaculate) house and garden for over 55 years so it must be an enormous wrench to leave it. I told her that I certainly had no plans to move in the next few years and would be quite happy getting the house and garden in order first. When I eventually got to Wetherspoons, I made contact with my trio of old lady friends, one of whom I had not seen for a bit as the hot weather had been a bit. After this chat, I then went to join my friend, Seasoned World Traveller, who inhabits a different part of the pub and uses it almost like an office. We discussed my ideas and his own ideas for a CV which he was compiling and he is going to float over a document for me to peruse later on the day but is not expecting any feedback for several days. By now, it was getting a little late so I needed to walk back up the hill and get myself turned around ready for my Pilates class in the late morning. I went down to my Pilates class by car and this was the normal jolly affair, after which I came home and prepared for myself a mackerel salad as I have some salad bits and bobs left over. Then I watched the news and had a bit of a doze in the early afternoon.

When I judged the afternoon had cooled down a little, I had to motivate myself to get the front grassed area. To be honest, apart from a few wispy bits, it hardly needed a cut as the hot weather and absence of rain have kept it at a very low height. Nonetheless, I cut it today because tomorrow the back lawn definitely needs a cut and I do not want the lawns get out of sequence. I had just finished the front mowing when my friendly Asian neighbour wandered over to ask how I was and after a little chat produced the remnants of a bottle of alcohol-free gin which I must confess given the heat of the day and the fact that I had just completed my outside job, I made into a long drink with ice and tonic water and treated myself to it as soon as I got indoors. I am then looking forward to quite a good night on the TV with a combination of comedy and documentary programmes to which I am looking forward.

Meg told me soon after we first met that at one time she had visited and even played with the children of Sir Frank Worrell who was the first black captain of the West Indies cricket team appointed for the whole of a series. I never quite knew what to make of this story but I did do a little bit of research. In fact, as a young but very talented cricketer, Worrell had played for a small side in the Potteries called Norton between 1956-58 and was appointed captain of the West Indies touring team in 1960. How many children Worrell had is not clear from the record – he certainly had one small child who died very young in the late 40’s but there may have been more. So how it actually all came about, I shall never know but as I first met Meg in 1965 when she was 19 years old it was quite possible that the story that she told me, and which I never bothered to check out at the time, could have been the case. The biography of Worrell indicated what a prodigious talent he turned out to be and his era coincided with that of Gary Sobers who played for the same club for three seasons in the 1960’s helping them to win the League cup on three occasions. As so often happens and particularly in the case of a death of a parent, one wishes that more questions had been asked of the deceased whilst they were alive so that information does not go to the grave with them. But apart from all of this, yesterday was the day when the car needed to be taken into Redditch for its service so I was up bright and early ready for my son to come and pick me up. A fair number of yearsago, we had a Motability car from this garage (a much earlier Mazda 3 in fact) so I know the environs of the garage. Not a great distance away is a large Morrison’s store which used to have a cafeteria attached to it and if this is still the case, then my son and I will visit the store for breakfast and perhaps some shopping whilst the car is being serviced. We have had a little sprinkling of rain overnight but not a really good downpour which is sorely needed and it looks as though another heatwave is on its way to us.

There is a disturbing but not entirely unexpected report in Sky News recently published. An Israeli reservist who served three tours of duty in Gaza has told Sky News in a rare on-camera interview that his unit was often ordered to shoot anyone entering areas soldiers defined as no-go zones, regardless of whether they posed a threat, a practice he says left civilians dead where they fell. ‘We have a territory that we are in, and the commands are: everyone that comes inside needs to die,’ he said. ‘If they are inside, they arre dangerous you need to kill them. No matter who it is,’ he said. Speaking anonymously, the soldier said troops killed civilians arbitrarily. He described the rules of engagement as unclear, with orders to open fire shifting constantly depending on the commander. All of this is often completely denied by the Israeli limitary who then go on to say that an investigation is in place of which one subsequently hears nothing. It does now look as though Israel and Gaza are edging towards a ceasefire and, hopefully, a cessation of hostilities but when video is shown of Gaza, it appears that hardly a building has been left unscathed and the reconstruction process may take decades and cost untold billions if it ever occurs.
The car was due in for its service today and so my son and I drove together to drop off the car at the garage. Then my son and I treated ourselves to a cooked breakfast inthe local Morrisons supermarket and we each did a little shopping before travelling home. Then after a simple lunch, I walked down for my physiotherapy session. Today I was given a series of massages for my back and whilst the physiotherapist was engaged in his therapy, I asked him about the sports he had played in his youth. He mentioned football, rugby and cricket and then the conversation turned to cricket where he amazed me by naming practically every member of the really successful West Indies teams of the 1970’s. My son gave me a lift home and then we had to await a call from the garage in Redditch to pick up the serviced car. This we did at the end of the afternoon and I got back just in time to watch the second half of the Spain vs. Belgium match. This was entertaining in the extreme as at half time Spain were leading 2:1. It was not too long before Belgium equalised to make it 2;2 and then Spain went ahead and scored a third to restore their lead after only a minute and a half. After that, Spain completely dominated the match and were hardly ever out of the Belgium penalty area and I watched them score two more goals but if it had not been for some near misses it could have been five or six. I stopped watching the match to make myself some tea and may watch the Italy vs. Portugal match later in the evening. Later on, this evening, ClassicFM will be devoting their 9-10 evening slot to a single composer who tonight is going to be Beethoven. So tonight, I will have a diet of football followed by a Beethoven concert before I retire for the evening.

There are broad hints this evening in the political sphere that a wealth tax is rising up the political agenda. A quote from one minister is that ‘those with the broadest shoulders should pay more tax’ and there is certainly a hole in the government finances after the series of ‘U’ turns. A wealth tax if set a quite a low level, would scarcely be noticed by the extremely wealthy but may be easy to evade and difficult to collect.