It has been an interesting day for economic news which is mixed. On the positive side, the rate of inflation has dropped from about 2.2% to 1.7% which is much bigger drop than predicted. This news will be particularly welcomed by the government as the September figure is the one that is used to uprate some benefits next April and this lower rate of inflation will lower the total bill. It also makes a decrease in the Bank rate slightly more likely as well. The more grim economic news is that the £22 billion black hole that the government argue is the legacy left by the last Tory government has just grown to £40 billion. The government is saying that this increased figure is necessary to ensure that deep cuts are not made to departments across the board. It might be that Rachel Reeves, the Chancellor, will be able to magic up some money when she presents her budget in two weeks time. There is some talk of a highly technical nature of calculating government debt in a slightly different way that gives the government some unspecified billions to play with. I seem to remember that George Osborne when he was Chancellor managed to find £8 billion from the back of the proverbial (government) sofa and Rachel Reeves may be trying to emulate this. But it is a cast iron certainty that there will be pain for higher level tax payers when the budget is announced and adjustment to the ways that pension ‘pots’ are taxed may be the clue here. Historically, we may be aware of the famous quote attributed to Louis XIV’S finance minister, Jean-Baptiste Colbert, who famously declared that ‘the art of taxation consists in so plucking the goose as to obtain the largest possible amount of feathers with the smallest possible amount of hissing.’ When it comes to taxing companies, a modern finance minister might rephrase this as ‘the largest possible amount of revenue with the smallest possible amount of economic and political damage.’ If we had to find new sources of revenue, I have thought it should have been possible to have taxed each Amazon delivery by a small amount. You would have thought it was easy to have found the number of deliveries that Amazon make in the UK each year but if the information is out there, it is really obscured. I have managed to find out share of the market, global figures including the USA but a simple figure like UK deliveries evades me. On a conservative estimate based upon sales, though, I should think that 50p on each of £20 billion of UK deliveries would generate £10 billion whereas a 1p increase in income tax, by way of comparison, would generate approx £5 billion in revenue. These are very much back of the envelope approximations but one gets the idea. After breakfast, which was a little delayed this morning, we decided just to make a quick trip down to Waitrose to pick up our newspaper and a supply of milk. We were delighted to bump into our Irish friend whose husband was having an investigation under general anaesthetic yesterday morning. But his wife informed us, to our delight, that she had got him home safe and sound at 1.30 in the afternoon, the procedure had gone well and her husband was not in any pain or discomfort afterwards which is surely a relief all round. Our friend also kindly gave me a rainproof guard that I can put over Meg if it comes on to rain very hard when I am pushing her down the hill.She does get wrapped up quite warmly with our huge and newly acquired Russian military blanket across her knees, a windproof and rainproof jacket on, a Manchester University scarf dating back to 1965 and a little multi-coloured crochet blanket across her knees which Meg likes to poke her fingers through. When we got back, the carers came for their late morning call and the to the younger ones who have read any of the Harry Potter stories of J K Rowling, I show the Hogwart’s blanket (now used as a decoration on the back of our sofa) and explain the meaning of the four word Latin motto of ‘Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus’ (‘Never tickle a sleeping dragon’) The carers often joke with me that they always leave the house just that little bit wiser than when they entered.

We lunched on the remains of the spicy chicken with a baked potato and some broccoli finished off with some nicely flavoured yogurt. Over lunch we idly popped onto YouTube and were delighted to continue the viewing that we had of ‘The Genius of Mozart’ which we had started viewing yesterday but the viewing was interrupted by a call from the carers. I always learn something new about the life of Mozart and I learned a little more today about ‘The Magic Flute’ which does not have the wit and sophistication and, dare I say, political undertones of ‘The Marriage of Figaro’ (which had to be taken off after only nine performances as the portrayal of servants getting the better of their aristocratic masters made the Viennese audience of the time rather uncomfortable) In ‘The Magic Flute’ specifically written for a German audience but knowing that the skill set of the orchestral members was not of the highest, Mozart deliberately made much of the score less demanding so that it would not be beyond the capabilities of the orchestra playing for the opera. Yesterday afternoon, we noticed on YouTube a quick advert for the J B Priestley play ‘An Inspector Calls’ and although we have seen it lots of times before, we never fail to enjoy it. This play is a favourite with amateur dramatic companies because all of the action takes place in one middle class dining room but the play is gripping in its intensity. The author, J B Priestley, makes no pretence of his socialist leanings as he ruthlessly strips away middle class pretensions and hypocrisy. I mentioned it to some of the carers who knew of the play because they had read it at school and, indeed on YouTube, when the viewing was ended there were some other offerings such as ‘Pass Notes’ to help teenage viewers make intelligent comments upon the play in subsequent examinations. I find it interesting to note that sometimes Meg can get well and truly absorbed in these quite detailed scenarios that we view in the afternoon including a viewing of ‘Room with a View’ with an outstanding cast that we viewed recently on ‘Film on 4’ catchup under the Channel4 banner on our smart TV.

Yesterday being Tuesday, Meg and I pop into our nomal ‘Tuesday’ routines. Earlier this morning, I had seen my son and communicated the latest bit of family news to him. My sister who has contracted COVID has been moved to a specialised COVID bubble where she was visited by suitably masked and gowned daughters last night. She texted me to say that her symptoms were not severe at this stage and she actually felt worse several days ago before a diagnosis had been made. I had a restless period in the night but took the opportunity of getting some documents printed off and occupied myself with a bit of internet browsing. After breakfast, Meg and I popped down the hill to meet up with our three Waitrose friends. Afterwards, as Tuesday is a ‘sit’ day, I popped out for 20-30 minutes and visited our small local AgeUK shop which is not on the High street and bought a beautiful Denby 3 pint oven pot with lid in which I can cook stews and soups in the winter months ahead. I am bringing our soup maker back into commission these days but need to remember exactly the mix and the programs which have proved to be successful in the past.

One would have thought that after the spate of riots by the far-right over the summer months, these were completely home grown demonstrations. But an investigation by Sky News has revealed that much of the mis-information spread onto the internet came from a continental source. In a business park on the edge of town of Strasbourg, Silvano Trotter runs a successful telecoms business but he spends much of his time posting online. He came to prominence during COVID, publishing anti-vax posts, and getting banned from YouTube, Facebook, and Twitter, before subsequently being reinstated on Elon Musk’s rebranded X, where he posts mainly about immigration. When the Southport stabbings happened on 29 July, he posted false information to the messaging app Telegram that they were carried out by an immigrant who had arrived on a small boat and gave the false name Ali Al Shakati. Our investigation shows that his post was one of the most influential of any of those making similar misleading claims on Telegram. Silvano Trotta’s post spread misinformation about the Southport suspect’s names and he shrugs it off when I point out that this was entirely false. He has worked with Prose, an open-source intelligence start-up, to understand the online conversation around Southport on Telegram, the app where the stabbings were discussed, the narrative was developed, and the riots were organised. Prose monitors more than 10,000 extremist and conspiracist groups on Telegram, every day collecting and archiving everything they post. Together, we looked at how active those groups were around Southport, starting on the day of the stabbings and for two weeks afterwards, looking at 11,051 total messages from 1,496 different chats and channels. And what we found belies the idea that this was just a British reaction to a British issue. Out of the top 20 most influential accounts, in terms of reach, views and interaction, only six were from the UK. The rest were based abroad. Out of the top 20 most influential accounts, in terms of reach, views and interaction, only six were from the UK. ‘While all the action is happening on the ground and people in Britain are dealing with the consequences of this misinformation,’ says Al Baker, managing director of Prose, ‘the people stoking the violence, the people flooding Telegram and other platforms of misinformation are largely based outside the UK.’ What it shows is the nature of the new far-right – not a tightly organised hierarchy based in a specific location, but an international network of influencers and followers, working together almost like a swarm to stir up trouble. And it is extremely worrying for the security services. The head of MI5 Ken McCallum last week told Sky News that, compared to traditional radicalisation, the extreme right instead relies on a ‘pick and mix ideology’ where people pull on hatred and misinformation from mostly online sources. Rather than specific organisations, it is, he said, a ‘crowd-sourced model’.

We are now just three weeks away from the American presidential election and it looks as though the already close race is tightening still further. The poll of polls still puts Harris marginally ahead of Trump by about 2.4 percentage points but this seems to be down compared with a lead of about 3.5 percentage points about a week ago. All of this is within sampling error as well because historically these presidential polls could be ‘off’ by as much as 4%. In the seven swing states, it appears that Harris is marginally ahead in four of them but Trump in the other three. One gets the feeling that the final result will be decided by just a few voters in a handful of electoral districts in one of the seven swing states.The abortion issue still sways voters in the Harris direction whilst the general state of the economy and feelings about the economy incline voters towards Trump. It looks as though economic issues may be losing Harris some voters amongst the young Hispanic and Black male populations where Trump seems to convince voters that he has a better handle on economic issues. This whole election is filling me with a certain degree of foreboding. As the result gets tighter and tighter, then the number of contested decisions and appeals against the result will grow and grow. This may mean that the actual outcome of the election will not be known for several days as recounts and retabulations take place. Even if Trump were to lose by the narrowest of margins, this would never be accepted by the Trump ‘shock troops’ on the ground who would cry ‘foul’ with the loudest of voices and it is not inconceivable that some of the election officials, more and more drawn from the ranks of the Republican party, may attempt to ‘bend’ the result in Trump’s direction. In the last three weeks of the election campaign all kinds of unpredictable things might happen. For example the recent hurricanes sweeping across Florida might just play out in Trump’s direction if some voters believe his claim that hurricane relief funds are being diverted towards recently arrived migrants.

Yesterday being Monday, we think it is probably a good idea to make a trip along the High Street and do a little shopping whilst making our way to ‘The Lemon Tree‘ All seemed to go well with our shopping and we had our favourite bacon sandwich in the cafe before we needed to make off for home. But before we did, we could not resist a quick peek inside the AgeUK furniture store. Within it, I did discover though an interesting blanket inscribed with a Latin motto which was ‘Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus‘ Of course, aficionados of popular culture will immediately recognise this as the motto that was chosen for Hogwarts Academy in the famous Harry Potter series of books. It it popularly translated as ‘Never tickle a sleeping dragon’ but a somewhat more grammatically accurate translation would be ‘Sleeping dragons should never be tickled’ I wondered if this was all meant to be an elaborate joke but found, on the web, J K Rowling’s own thoughts on the subject: ‘You know the way that most school slogans are thing like persevere and nobility, charity and fidelity or something, it just amused me to give an entirely practical piece of advice for the Hogwarts school motto. Then a friend of mine who is a professor of classics – my Latin was not up to the job, I did not think it should be cod Latin, it is good enough for cod Latin spells, that is they used to be a mixture of Latin and other things. When it came to a proper Latin slogan for the school I wanted it to be right, I went to him and asked him to translate. I think he really enjoyed it, he rang me up and said, “I think I found the exactly right word, ‘Titillandus'”, that was how that was dreamt up.’ So there we have the definitive answer as it were. Having got the blanket home, I put it into the washer for a normal wash but then as it was 100% polyester, I made sure it was dried using the coolest of settings and the shortest of times in the dryer from which process it seems to have emerged unscathed.

But on a more serious note, I also was the recipient of some not very good news by text. My niece had previously sent me a link to the residential home in Knaresborough where it is hoped that my sister would take up a place on Wednesday next. But the text I got informed me that now my sister has COVID, acquired no doubt since she has been in hospital which she entered last Tuesday so it has taken about 4-5 days into her stay to acquire the infection. I do not know my sister’s vaccination status although I am pretty sure that she would be up-to-date in this so I earnestly hope that the infection is both mild and easily treated. However, this is bound to delay her entry into the residential home until she tests clear and this must be a period of several days but I am not sure how long. I am in contact with my niece about other sequelae from my sister going into residential care so I will have to wait for some more up-to-date news in that direction.

For Meg’s teatime call, one of the managers who regularly undertakes a shift came on duty along with another of the more regular carers and he imparted some interesting news to us. The care agency company is starting to expand its operations by opening a day centre and the manager wondered if I would be interested. Meg would be picked up in her wheelchair some time after 9.00am and then the day centre would operate from 10-4. During this time there would be a good ratio of carers (1 to every 3 clients), they would be given lunch and a lot of activities organised before being brought home at 4.00pm. I put this idea to Meg when she was in one of her more lucid moments and we thought we would give it a try. Although there is a charge for the day, some other slots would be released e.g. my shopping slot, my Pilates slot so this would help to finance most of the additional cost. I am going to email the manager to indicate our willingness to participate, if only for a trial basis, and to ask him to firm up some of the costings for me as well. So this might be an interesting development and if Meg can stand the separation from me and enjoys the day, this must be all to the good. I also informed the care manager about my sister’s COVID diagnosis and he informed me that when this happens locally, there needed to be two clear consecutive days when one is tested negative before discharge from hospital could be contemplated.

The big political news of the day is the way in which the Labour Party is trying to woo international investors with a big conference for global investors. The government may be moderately pleased with today’s results as the Chancellor was able to announce that some £60 billion of inward investment had been promised (but, of course, might not materialise) What I found more disturbing is that the Government were advertising that they abolish a lot of regulatory red tape in order to attract this international investment. But it was this just this lack of regulation and enforcement that led to the Grenfell disaster from which it appears that the government has not learnt. So far, the Labour government is making exactly the same noises and inducements to investors that a Tory government might make but one would have thought that a Labour government should have seized the opportunity to underline the fact that some regulation is in the best interests of everyone, not just accepting the fact that regulation is automatically problematic and ought to be minimised. Some of the big international investors are arguing that an over regulated economy is inimical to big inward investment but it is hardly surprising that this is their argument when they see potential profits being reduced. Whether regulation does cause big investment to be restrained is a big question as some of the ‘threats’ may be just a sort of grandstanding that are not meant to be taken incredibly seriously but can be seen as a sort of negotiating stance with the government of the day. In terms of international regulation, the UK economy probably comes in the middle of the pack in any case.

Yesterday, being Sunday, we pop into our normal Sunday routine. I have been asked to be the ‘second care helper’ to assist the one (rather than two) care workers who get Meg washed, up and dressed in the mornings but at least I was forwarned about this and I like working with the allocated care worker (who is undergoing nursing training) in any case. It has always struck me that handling patients as a care assistant in a care agency is an excellent way of getting literally hands-on experience that must make nursing studies so much more relevant.

The political world awoke yesterday, Sunday, to the news of the untimely death of Alex Salmond, the one time leader of the SNP in Scotland. He had been attending a diplomacy forum in Northern Macedonia, had recently delivered a speech and was photographed with the other forum delegates. One can only surmise that he suffered a massive heart attack (now confirmed) as he was only 69 years of age. Alex Salmond has been described as the ‘Marmite’ of Scottish politics as love him or hate him, you could not ignore him. The adjective most used about him is that he was ‘monumental’ and in many ways he stood head and shoulders above all of the political leaders of his generation. His later years were marred by allegations of sexual misconduct for which he was tried but subsequently acquitted but this forced his resignation from the SNP that he had led for many years. He founded his own political party, Alba, to continue to campaign for Scottish independence until the day that he died. It was the 2012 agreement he signed with then British prime minister David Cameron to hold a referendum on Scottish independence that may be most widely remembered across the UK as his legacy. Some would argue if it were not for the political talent of Alex Salmond, there would have been no Scottish independence referendum at all in 2014. Whilst the Scots parliament is constituted with a degree of proportional representation, under Alex Salmond’s leadership the SNP achieved a degree of prominence that held a remarkable sway over Scottish politics and, of course, Alex Salmond, was not only the leader of his party but the Scottish First Minister. Tributes have been paid to him from all parts of the political spectrum, including even the King ad there seems to be a universal feeling that no one can quite believe that he has gone at such a comparatively young age. Alex Salmond served as first minister of Scotland from 2007 to 2014 and was leader of the SNP on two occasions, from 1990 to 2000 and from 2004 to 2014. He resigned as first minister after the 2014 Scottish independence referendum resulted in a 55% to 45% vote to stay in the UK. He launched his rival Scottish independence party, Alba, in 2021 after his relationship with his successor Nicola Sturgeon fractured.

After we had viewed the Politics programmes, Meg and I went on our way down the hill to collect our Sunday newspaper. This journey there and back turned out to be more eventful than usual. On our way down, we met some near neighbours who taking care of a dog for a friend and they were taking it for its daily exercise. They had hoped that the dog would do its business whilst out for a walk with them but despite a tramp of several miles, this event had not yet occurred. Then we bumped into our Irish friend and wished him well for the investigatory procedure which he is going to have on Tuesday next. As the day was a little cooler than of late, I had Meg wrapped in the new, and recently purchased, Russian ex-military blanket and she was also dressed in a warm jumper, a Manchester University scarf and another croqueted woollen blanket across her knees. On the way back, though, some of this arrangement started to unravel and the large military blanket fell to the floor (twice). This occurs when we go over the ‘bobbly’ bits on pavements of which there are many so I am going to have to find a new technique to wrap it around Meg somewhat more securely. The journey down the hill is relatively straightforward as apart from a steep uphill section to join the main Kidderminster Road, most of the journey is a fairly gentle downhill.Also, over the weeks, I have no compunction in wheeling Meg down the slip road rather than the adjacent pavement as the tarmac is so much smoother and the cambre more favourable.The journey back apart from one or two severe sections is not as bad as might be imagined as if the slope is a gentle incline, then the weight of my body propels the wheelchair forward, But on the way back and half way up the hill, my fingers start to feel the pressure and to get numb or tingle. To help to counteract this, at the half way point, I don a pair of rubberised gardening gloves and this help a little to relieve the pressure on my fingers. Upon our return, one of the more experienced workers turned up and we both predicted that the second detailed carer would not turn up and indeed she did not. So for the second time in the day, I was detailed as the second carer. Starting from next week, I am going to document each of these instances because they are becoming rather too frequent.

In the late afternoon, I FaceTimed my sister in her hospital ward. Her two daughters happened to be there at visiting time so we managed to have a general chat. My sister is still in a certain degree of pain but looking forward to some respite care in a local residential home in Knaresborough which sounds as though it might foot the bill, being both near her family doctor and not too far away from her two sons. This respite care may well turn out to be a little more permanent but we are taking things one or two weeks at a time. My sister seems to have her mind committed to full residential care as she has lost so much confidence about coping at home, particularly at night when typically there are no care packages available. The costs seem pretty enormous so the family are making calculations about how long my sister’s capital will last before the family home will have to be sold to continue to pay for her care.

Yesterday morning, being a Saturday, we made our way down the hill to meet up with friends in Waitrose. On our way down the hill, I bumped into our Irish friend who reminded me that her husband was due to go into hospital as a day patient next Tuesday. However, he had been asked to take with him an overnight bag in case he needed to be stay in hospital for the night. With a certain degree of black humour, we joked that soon the hospitals would request that you also take with a body bag in case this should be needed after the procedures had been undertaken – but we said that our friend would be in our thoughts and prayers nest Tuesday. When returned home, we did a ‘quickie’ lunch that turned out to be delicious – it was the remains of bits of chicken cooked in a white lasagne and chicken gravy mixture that we served up on a bed of rice, itself enhanced by some petit pois, The whole thing turned out to be quite like a risotto without my starting out with this intention but it was delicious all the same.

The newspapers yesterday were full of the fact that the new Labour administration had been in power for their first 100 days – and the verdict was anything but favourable. Keir Starmer’s personal ratings had dropped like a stone to -33 (disapprove over approve) which is a drop of 44 points since his post-election high, while one poll put Labour just one point ahead of the Tories. A poll out this weekend by YouGov finds nearly half of those who voted Labour in the last general election feel let down so far, while six in 10 disapprove of the government’s record so far, against one in six who approve of the Starmer government. It is interesting to reflect why the first 100 days in office is important and this is for three reasons. Firstly, it sets the tone of what the new government is likely to achieve. Secondly, it demonstrates the momentum of the new administration – when governments have been in office for a long time as the last Tory administration, then they run out of ideas and look tired and jaded, whereas an incoming administration is bursting with new ideas and policies. But the most important factor about the first 100 days is what has actually been achieved. The first 100 days are when a newly elected government is at its most powerful as it has the goodwill from the recently won election to fall back upon and some of the vicissitudes of office have not yet had to chance to hit them. In the case of the Starmer government, there has been one notable success which is the way in which the riots fuelled by the far right swept across the country but some fast and decisive action by trying the perpetrators quickly and putting them in gaol certainly did the trick. But this one success has been completely overshadowed by the perception of sleaze in accepting free gifts from wealthy donors with which to buy clothes and holidays. The Labour sleaze is miniscule compared with the Tory counterpart but in the public’s mind, it feels about the same which is unforgivable. The new government does not seem to have a grip on affairs as is demonstrated by the shambles inside No. 10 and Keir Starmer has demonstrated a completely ‘tin ear’ to the public mood. For a recently elected Labour government to reduce the winter fuel payments enjoyed by old age pensioners, including the poorest ones, and then accompany this by surrounding oneself with ‘freebies’ shows a lack of political disconnect which is astounding. What else are political advisers for if not to issue warnings to the Prime Minister and the power centres of the new government about the public mood and what people are saying on the doorsteps? No wonder that those who support the Labour government and may have wished it well are metaphorically holding their hands to their heads in disbelief.

This whole episode of the early days of the Labour government has reminded me forcibly that governments are at their most powerful when recently elected and I could resonate with this. When I accepted the position of head of a (small) department in what is now the University of Winchester, I appreciated that the earliest days of my tenure were probably the most important to me. The then head of Faculty had made the journey to Leicester before I took up my appointment both to get to know me better but also to stress the priorities that lay ahead of me. It was stressed that the most important thing was to get a Business Studies degree validated and recruited as soon as possible. I had been thinking my way into the role of a Head of Department for many years and accordingly, I set to work in the construction and writing of a Business studies degree very much in my own image. I needed to recruit people around me who shared my image of the future and to sideline those who bitterly opposed my appointment by being the unsuccessful candidates for the post that I was to occupy. To cut a long story short, I managed with the able assistance of some willing colleagues to write and get validated a Business Studies degree which then recruited a couple of dozen students all within my first year. This was an almost unprecedented pace for a small and rather inexperienced college but I had a fair wind behind me and took every opportunity whilst I could. I learnt later that this speed and decisiveness of action excited some admiration, particularly as I was teaching almost a full timetable at the same time. I reflected ruefully that when the college came to establish a Law degree, they recruited a Principal lecturer to write it but he took two years to do it and had no students to teach in the meantime. I offered him the hand of friendship and collaboration when he was first appointed which he declined so I had little to do with him. I did this because in the past, I had taught sociology on the Law degree at Leicester Polytechnic (the CNAA demanded that even a single subject degree had to be ‘liberalised’ by exposure to another discipline) and I shared an office and taught alongside law colleagues on the Business Studies degrees at Leicester and hence my disappointment at the rejection of my hand of friendship. But had I dithered or acted less decisively when I first took up my post, my subsequent career and that of the Business Studies department would have taken a very different course.

Yesterday, Friday, turned out to be a strange sort of day. We knew that in the late morning, we were due a review visit by the social worker who has supervised Meg’s case for the past couple of years together with the two managers from the care agency. Our domestic help turned up yesterday and we exchanged stories of what had happening to us. In the case of our domestic help, she had needed to cope that a friend had contacted her to say that her husband had died in his sleep at not a very old age. We briefly discussed my sister’s situation in North Yorkshire and by the time we had breakfasted a little late, there was no time to make a trip out before the meeting with the social worker. But our domestic help brought along a belated birthday present for Meg, consisting of a scarf with good little pockets built into each end of which I am pretty sure Meg will enjoy. I popped out to get the daily newspaper and our domestic help had very sensibly decided to give Meg a breath of fresh air at the front of the house. She had also brought along some nice pastries from Waitrose so Meg spent a good half hour enjoying the sunshine, reading the newspaper and entertaining the cat (Miggles) who had made himself at home by stretching out in the sunshine at our feel, not neglecting the opportunity to sneak inside the house when the opportunity arose. Our University of Birmingham friend had phoned earlier in the morning and we decided that as time was rather pressing, he would call around this afternoon. So we spent a pleasant hour or so in the sun at the front of the house, regaling ourselves with tea and a pastry our domestic help had thoughtfully given Meg this morning. The afternoon passed so much more quickly when we had the best of company and we spent a certain amount of time our interactions with social work and care agencies.

The meeting with the social worker and care agency staff in the middle of the day turned out to be ‘interesting’ I had requested the review visit because both the Admiral nurse (who specialises in Meg’s condition) and the care agency staff themselves thought that there was a case for a fifth visit on Meg’s care package to cope with the occasions when Meg is very agitated and stays awake for hours after she has been put to bed. However, by adjusting the timing of the late evening medication and adding on some Piriton, we have had a succession of nights when Meg has got off to sleep more easily. The long and the short of it all was there was no extra funding for a fifth visit and although I could go through a long ad complicated review process, the likelihood of ultimate success was small. The underlying message seemed to be that as you are coping as well as you are even with Meg’s declining condition, there is no justification for further support. Paradoxically, if I had pleaded a complete inability to cope, I was at the end of my tether etc, then some extra resource may have been forthcoming but there was no guarantee of this. All of this reminded me rather of the fact that I had been here before. In my 20’s, I was hit at a T-junction by a driver who had fainted at the wheel but the day after fled to the USA. After attempting to sue the individual through is insurance company, the chances of success were only 50:50 as one had to prove that an unconscious person is at fault and all of the legal precedents were against us. One had to prove though, how badly injured one was in order to maximise the likelihood of substantial damages. I actually rehabilitated pretty well despite two broken legs and therefore the amount of compensation was radically reduced. To complete this story, I accepted £2,000 of which £1,400 went back to Leicester Polytechnic leaving me with £600. The essential similarity between the two scenarios of both then and now is that the more one can show one is rehabilitated/can manage then the less the available resources will be. So I am rather left in a sort of abandoned state, but also wondering whether I am subject to a dependency culture and I should be grateful for every element of help that I do receive.

There is a major stand off brewing this evening between a massive global conglomerate, DP World and the government. The government’s Investment Summit has suffered a major blow after ports and logistics giant DP World pulled a scheduled announcement of a £1bn investment in its London Gateway container port, following criticism by members of Sir Keir Starmer’s cabinet. Sky News understands the Dubai-based company’s investment was due to be a centrepiece of Monday’s event, which is intended to showcase Britain’s appeal to investors and will be attended by the prime minister and Chancellor Rachel Reeves. In March 2022, P&O caused huge controversy by sacking 800 British seafarers and replacing them with cheaper, largely foreign workers, a move it said was required to prevent the company from collapsing. Announcing new legislation to protect seafarers on Wednesday, Ms Haigh described P&O as a ‘rogue operator’ and said consumers should boycott the company. In a press release issued with Ms Rayner, Ms Haigh said P&O’s actions were ‘a national scandal’ and Ms Rayner described it as ‘an outrageous example of manipulation by an employer’. While Ms Haigh has previously criticised P&O’s actions, the strength and timing of the ministers’ language undermined efforts by the Department for Business and Trade to make the Investment Summit a turning point for the government and the economy. There is a real difficulty here in the way that governments deal with multi-global conglomerates who have massive economic leverage. The way that P&O Ferries operated at the time was scandalous by sacking their long established, generally British crews and immediately replacing them with labour typically from India. Hundreds of business leaders and investors, including representatives of US private capital and sovereign wealth funds, will attend the event in the City of London, as the government tries to drum up billions of pounds in foreign investment to fund its plans. But is the government forced to turn a blind eye to the most outrageous of employment practices in order to curry favour with a big investor?

Yesterday, Thursday, turned out to be quite an eventful day. Meg and I had a good night’s sleep which is happening a bit more frequently these days. But it is true to say that Meg had a slightly wakeful and agitated period during the night but I managed to held her hand (from my camp bed which is on the same level as her hospital bed) and this helped to calm her down and drift off to sleep again. Thursdays are my shopping days so we had one of our usual shopping events save that the ATM outside the Morrison’s supermarket had the not very helpful message across its screen ‘Free to use – no cash available’)I have a theory that the older generation who prefer to shop with cash turn up early on a Thursday morning and make repeated calls on the two machines. But this is about the third Thursday on a row that the machines were empty of cash. Due to another short term staffing crisis at the care agency, I needed to be helper No. 2 for Meg’s midday call which is about the third time this week i.e. somewhat more frequently than I would like. But we knew that the principal event today was going to be the arrival of the wheelchair specialist to see if Meg’s chair needed any special adaptations. I had just about got the lunch (chicken in a chicken soup and lasagne sauce, served with a baked potato and broccoli) well and truly cooking when the wheelchair specialist turned up together with an OT who was evidently still in a training phase. The wheelchair specialist, an ex push bike specialist) was actually very good. We now have a specialist cushion fitted which has a gel seat which moulds to the body and slightly raised and shaped guides for the upper thighs. In addition, there is now a specialist seat belt fitted which is all to the good. Finally, we come to the all important ankle straps and fittings. Unfortunately there was a strap that was still needed that had to be of the requisite width but the wheelchair specialist had to acquire these and was coming back at a later date to fit them. However, now that Meg’s posture may well be improved by the new cushion and the retaining strap, it may be that Meg will sit better on the now adjusted foot straps and the new ankle supports may not be needed. If all else fails, I still have my home made solution ready which has served us well over the last month or so.

The care workers that we have on a regular basis are now settling down into quite a pleasant routine. Although there are occasions when I am called upon to help out the regular workers, they sometimes themselves do go the extra mile. In the afternoon, I was quite amazed to open the door and see one of the young male Asian carers who calls every day standing on the doorstep with our adopted cat, Miggles, in his arms. The cat, who is quite streetwise, seems to view from a great distance whenever the carers arrive and often sits on the doorstep waiting for the door to be opened and knowing that the can insinuate themselves inside once the door has opened. The fact that the cat allowed itself to be cradled by the young carers I find quite amazing because of late the cat has transferred some of its affections from me and towards the bosom of one of the attractive female carers but such is the faithless nature of the feline species. Once again, though, we were going to be shorthanded putting Mg to bed in the evening but the young Asian carer decided to forgo meeting up with a friend and has made himself available for a later time slot so that he can help put Meg to bed. I am very grateful for these little instances of carers going beyond the calls of duty and for my part I always make them welcome, thank them for their work on their departure and do my best to make the whole of the visit a rewarding one for them.

As though the actual damage caused by the Hurricane Milton was not bad enough, then the political fallout is still continuing. Donald Trump claimed (falsely) that disaster relief funds were being diverted to migrants. But the most bizarre claim came from Marjorie Taylor Greene, the congresswoman from Georgia, who was now saying the federal government is literally controlling the weather. Greene said last Thursday in a post on X: ‘Yes they can control the weather. It’s ridiculous for anyone to lie and say it can’t be done.’ It was part of her claim that the Democrats were controlling the weather for their own political advantage. Biden retorted in televised remarks at the White House that ‘It’s beyond ridiculous. It’s so stupid. It’s got to stop’ I also noticed that he was now being much more forthright in his criticism of Donald Trump who has continued to peddle complete untruths as the hurricane was advancing. The death toll is about 10 which may well rise but is nowhere the death toll that could have been the case if warnings had been ignored. It was being called ‘the worst hurricane in a century’ but in the event the actual wind speeds were a little less than the predictions. But it is the surge waters as well as the wind that causes a lot of the damage and Florida as a whole is waking up to the fact that reconstruction is going to cost billions of dollars and may well take several years. That part of the world has had to learn with hurricanes and associated tornados on a regular basis but climate change has probably contributed to making an already bad situation so much worse. In the UK, we have a constant debate (particularly, as it happens, in the catchment area of the River Severn which floods regularly in Bewdley, a nearby town) as to how and where flood defences should be constructed. But I think there is now a realisation that alleviating floodwaters before they hit the concrete of the towns and turn roads in rivers is a better long term solution. But this calls for land management on a large scale and might involve some tree planting, ‘overflow’ areas adjacent to rivers and so on. In the UK, we seem to have been spared some of the worst flooding but I think it often occurs in the Spring and at Eastertime rather than in the earlier stages of the winter.

Yesterday is the day when our domestic help normally calls around but I had forgotten she was not due until Friday this week. I particularly wanted to discuss my sister’s state of health with her and to solicit advice on the best way forward. As our domestic help also works in a residential home, she is well aware of the range of provision currently out there ‘in the market’. My sister appears to be in the best of hands at the moment and even has her own small room which I think is tremendously good given that she is a standard NHS patient. The unit in the Harrogate District hospital is called the ‘Acute Frailty’ unit. I found the following very informative information on the NHS website: ‘The NHS Long Term Plan states that all hospitals with a 24 hour A&E will provide an Acute Frailty service for at least 70 hours a week, with the aim to complete a clinical frailty assessment within 30 minutes of a patients arrival in the Emergency Department. Identifying and assessing frail patients within a few hours of their arrival to hospital enables them to be treated by multi disciplinary teams in a timely manner. This means they can be discharged to their usual residence sooner, especially if a hospital admission would offer no additional benefit. Early identification and assessment of frail patients allow services to adapt their vulnerable adults’ care.’ I had not heard of these units before but they sound a very sensible innovation as the NHS evolves and, of course, it may help to alleviate the perennial problem of bed-blocking. Today has turned out to be rather a peculiar kind of day. We had not anticipated going out as we thought that our domestic help would turn up today so we stayed in this morning. But some deliveries (a couple of blankets) arrived from Amazon which I could put to an immediate use. This morning, by an unfortunate accident, all of Meg’s beaker of tea was split all over my bed so I needed to wash all of the bedding, including the duvet cover and this was quite a task. But it did give me the opportunity to build up the layers of bedding on my camp bed, ending with a newly purchased double blanket which will serve to keep all of the others in place. This morning, I assisted the manager get Meg up and dressed – this non-appearance of workers and my helping out is occurring more and more regularly these days. Moreover, when the second worker does not turn up is often first thing in the morning which means that as well as my normal running around to get things in place, I also need to act as a second helper.

After lunch today, Meg and I watched the second half of the Klu Klux Klan program, on YouTube and the two part work is entitled ‘An American History’ The second part brings the history of white attempts to dominate the political agenda right up to date and so although the Klan does not exist in its prior incarnation, it has spawned a whole ecology of fringe right wing groups who made their presence felt when the US Capital building was stormed and will no doubt again in the forthcoming election which is now less than a month away. Returning to domestic politics, there seems to have been a major and unanticipated upset in the elections being held amongst Tory MPs for their next party leader. After yesterday’s vote in four candidates were reduced to three, it appeared that James Cleverley on the basis of some impressive conference performances and speeches had all of the momentum and was a clear front runner. But in today’s election he came third (by one vote) and was therefore eliminated from the two names that go forward to the party membership in the country. Kemi Badenoch topped the poll followed by Robert Jenrick and so the wider membership will be asked to choose between two right wingers. The Labour party are reported to be rubbing their hands with glee because a more right wing leader of the Tory party will not appeal to the centre ground and undecided of the electorate when we get to that stage. In the meantime, we are left with a result that few predicted. The Tory party has been described, when it is in an electoral mode to choose a new leader, to be the most duplicitous electorate in the world which is one description whilst another is to make a compassion with a pit of snakes. What happens when the electorate is only 120 MPs, is that all kinds of games come into play – and these sometimes backfire. It may well be some of Cleverley’s supporters, feeling him to be way ahead and almost secure in getting one of the two places will ‘lend’ their vote to another candidate in the hope of engineering a situation in which one of the other candidates is given votes in the hope that they are more ‘beatable’ in the final run-off. We shall probably never know the machinations that took place when the MPs voted this afternoon but Kemi Badenoch seems to be very well favoured by the Tory party membership as a whole as she seems to be a standard bearer for the right of the party and her speeches are full of the rhetoric that the Tory party needs to return to ‘true’ party values. Kemi Badenoch is so extreme (to many) that very recently she suggested that some 5%-10% of civil servants should actually be in prison for leaking official secrets. It is said of Kemi Badenoch that she is so naturally pugnacious that she would actually start an argument if she were to be put in a room by herself. In her defence, it said that she has a sharp brain (with a background in Engineering) and may be able to unify the various factions on the right of the party as well as appealing to some moderates. But one cynic has argued that the most right wing but white candidate may well secure the leadership but Badenoch has been a clear favourite with the Tory party membership for some time now so perhaps this is already a done deal. But already recriminations over the voting has started. It is reported that the Cleverly campaign is ‘livid’ with former defence secretary for leadership campaign ‘mess-up
One of our panellists on tonight’s edition of Politics Hub With Sophy Ridge is Conservative commentator Tim Montgomerie, who has the inside scoop on the blame game under way in the failed James Cleverley leadership campaign.

Yesterday morning, I received the rather unwelcome news that my sister who lives on her own in Knaresborough, North Yorkshire, was actually in hospital. I had been in FaceTime communication with her and her daughter over the weekend and knew that she was having great mobility problems. But now she is in hospital, there may well be a massive plus side to all of this as it now seems very likely that she be able to have a full assessment of her needs via the hospital ReAblement team and the OTs (occupational therapists for whom I have a great deal of regard after my experience with them over the years) My sister may well have been in A&E overnight and is now in a ‘Acute Frailty’ unit where she is being looked after. Later, I anticipate that I be in contact with her and get some much more up-to-date information about her actual medical condition and, perhaps more importantly, some pointers as to how my sister can receive some help in the years to come. I suspect that the key to all of this lies in ‘Supported Living’ where my sister could have a flat, perhaps attached to and run by a residential home unit, in which she can have a large measure of independent but assisted living not to mention other company before the point comes at which she needs full residential care. Meg and I made our visit down the hill this morning and enjoyed the best of the weather which was to turn much more rainy and blustery in the course of the afternoon. Upon our return, it was the occasion when the care workers calls around to do her ‘sit’ with Meg whilst I pop out to do some essential non-food shopping. I made a quick visit into town and was actually pretty successful in locating what I needed which was a new mop and bucket to apply to the kitchen floor. For some unaccountable reason, our existing mop and bucket have gone AWOL but the replacements were cheap enough. From the same store, I managed to purchase some spare toiletry cosmetics for Meg’s benefit and then it was a case of getting home and cooking some lunch. It was pretty late in the day by now and rather too late to cook a full scale meal so I managed up one of my ‘quickie’ meals which was a tin of chunky vegetable soup served on a portion of rice. After lunch was successfully cooked and consumed, I managed to make a FaceTime call to my sister who is in a hospital in Harrogate, North Yorkshire. I was amazed to see that she had her own little room and when I made contact with her, one of her daughters was with her. I received the update on my sister’s news which entailed, as we have all come to expect these days, a fairly long wait upon a hospital trolley as one journeys through the system and I think it was fairly early morning before she actually could be tucked up into bed. A series of investigative X-rays had been taken, the net effect of which was to rule out potential damage to a hip but which now revealed what may the result of ‘historic damage’ to a vertebra in the lumbar region of my sister’s spine which might have been occasioned by a fall my sister experienced about a month ago. At least now, the occupational therapists and other paramedicals can make an in-depth assessment of whatever damage my sister may have done to herself and, much more importantly, what her capacities for independent living both in the short term and the medium term future. The rest of the family are also busy exploring care options and perhaps things will start to clarify a day or so ahead. Whilst I was chatting on the FaceTime call both to my sister and her daughter, I was given the excellent news that my niece had received the offer of a contract to write a couple of novels for Hodder and Stoughton who are, of course, top flight publishers. My niece shares her maiden name with Kate Atkinson who is a very famous author so evidently she has to write herself under a different name to avoid any potential confusion. A similar thing happened in Meg’s family where a cousin who was an opera singer could not sing under the name of ‘Gynneth Jones’ but a similar name so that she did not get mistaken for her much more illustrious counterpart.

The scheduled call for Meg was actually quite late and, of course, the carers’ teatime call was actually delayed by another 35 minutes so the actual teatime call came more than an hour and a half over the ideal time. But we were a little fortunate in that, upon scanning the TV schedules, we noticed an edition of ‘Endeavour’ (that we used to watch regularly in the evenings) actually scheduled with a late start in the afternoon. This helped to make a long afternoon so much more bearable and although we did not quite watch through to the end of the episode, it meant that the afternoon session was quite enjoyable.

The latest population estimates for the UK has our total population at 68.3 million is edging closer to 70 million. But the interesting thing about the latest demographic data is that there 16,3000 more deaths than there were births in the UK and it is, in effect, net immigration which is causing the UK population to grow. It appears that the rate at which babies are born (approx 1.5 children per couple) is way below the 2.2 million ‘natural replacement’ level. The figure of over 2 million is the figure it is because citizens who do have children have to produce a slight excess to compensate for those who, for whatever reason, fail to provide the 2 children that would be their own replacement. I have always found demography to be quite an interesting subject but with some quirks in it. For example, it is possible for the birth rate to be rising (above the 2.2 level) but if the underling population base is smaller than it was, then the population as a whole may be falling. Conversely, it is possible for the population to be rising if the birthrate is falling but the underling population base is quite large i.e. there are more people around to produce a higher quantum of babies. We had a course in what was called ‘Social Statistics’ at university and these basic elements of demography were quite interesting parts of the course as a whole. We also learnt, for example, how the Census and other large scale social surveys were conducted and after our university course, both Meg and myself were enumerators for the 1971 decennial census.

Yesterday, before I settled down to bed, I Skyped my University of Winchester friend whose wife is in a specialised nursing home and with whom I am in regular contact. Our respective spouses, although they have differing medical conditions, have quite a lot of symptoms in common, so we take the opportunity to have a good natter with each other. Some of this is practical help and support, some of it are common reminiscences but above all it is a wonderful opportunity to share experiences with each other. We started our Skype session at 9.15 and were in communication with each other for three hours, the time actually speeding by. Yesterday morning as I was getting dressed after my shower, I enjoyed the rendition of Mozart’s Clarinet concerto being played on ClassicFM. I can remember vividly the first occasion when I heard this piece. I was in a small dormitory of about 4 beds in the attic of the accommodation in the boarding unit and it was the time of the Asian flue epidemic (1957-58) which swept across the country. Our dormitory master happened to be our art/music teacher and he somehow got hold of a record player and availed himself of the school copy of the Mozart clarinet concerto, which I have enjoyed ever since. The piece has a particular salience for Meg and I anyway as our son played a movement from this piece and won the schools music competition with his rendition of this. A combination of young women, trains and photography (I am not sure in which order) swept away my son’s musical career on the clarinet but, of course, I still have the memories. Today, the weather seems to be set fair so after breakfast, Meg and I will make a trip down the ‘The Lemon Tree‘ cafe which we have a little neglected of late but also offers the opportunity of a trip along the High Street where I buy some cosmetics not available in our local supermarket.

There is so much to say about the current conflict in the Middle East. But if I were to have a conversation with a Jewish rabbi, I am sure that I would pursue the idea, first I think enunciated in the Old Testament, of ‘an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth’ The whole point of this expression is that after a wrong has been done, the response should be proportionate and I think that it is an interesting point of moral/political/philosophical discussion whether the 40,000 deaths in Gaza following the invasion of a year ago is proportionate. The media is full of the talk about the first anniversary of the initial attack in which 1,200 people were killed and 251 taken hostage when Hamas militants stormed into Israel. However, the latest calculation of deaths in Gaza is upwards of 40,000 which is a kill ratio of 33:1. This does not seem to me to be a case of a proportional response but of course Israel is arguing that it is fighting for its very existence against hostile enemies, fuelled by the people and their descendents displaced in 1948, who have vowed the complete destruction of the state of Israel. However, I am left with the thought that if one were to ignore the Negev desert in southern Israel, then the West Bank (of the Jordan) seized in the 6-day war in 1967 effectively doubled the size of the occupiable land available to the Israeli state. I mention the West bank (which the Spanish newspapers refer to as ‘Cis-Jordan’) because a two state solution has to have a redistribution of lands but I doubt that Israel will ever let go of the occupation of the West bank thus making a two-state solution practically impossible.

We made a trip down into town today, calling off at Waitrose where we picked up our newspaper and one of the friendliest partners pressed a Danish Apple crumble into our hands knowing it is Meg’s favourite. Afterwards, we paid a visit to our local Salvation Army charity shop to peruse their shelves to see if they had any blankets in stock. As it happened, they had not but I just happened to espy an assistant and asked her to look in the back to see if any blankets had been donated. She came out with one polyester double blanket which she sold to me for £1.50 so I purchased this together with a brand new and packaged single sheet that was being sold off for £3.00. Then we made our way to ‘The Lemon Tree‘ cafe where again we received a friendly greeting from the proprietors. We only had time for a cup of tea and then made our way up the hill, taking a short cut through the town and getting home bout 5 minutes before the carers arrived. I quickly put our newly purchased blanket into the wash after which it receives the lightest and lowest heat tumble and this proved sufficient to dry it out completely without the necessity to hang it on the line outside.

In the days when I used to garden extensively and bought some gardening books to extend my knowledge base, one used to see the phrase ‘Choose a fine day to…’ Now chance would be a fine thing but in the afternoon, there was a burst of sunshine so I decided that the back lawn badly needed a cut. This generally takes 20 minutes but I had nearly finished when the heavens started to open. I pulled my jacket over my head and then progressed to give my mower its clean (when, naturally, the clouds had rolled away and we were back in brilliant sunshine again) Now that I have today’s cut done, there are two more before the end of the mowing season. Incidentally, I heard a very good tip from Alan Titchmarsh, the gardening ‘guru’. He used to advise that if there had been a leaf fall by the end of October or the beginning of November, it was well worth a last mowing even though the length of the grass did not necessarily warrant it. He advised that the mowing action would chop up fallen, dried leaves into much smaller and finer pieces and this would enable the worms to do their task of dragging fragments of leaf down into the soil below the lawn, thus helping to fertilise it. That is the sort of gardening tip well worth knowing and I doubt it would occur to many people. I try to make my last mow of the season as near to the 5th November but I am always fighting the fact that the days are shortening with the clocks going back an hour at the end of October.