Cambridge urban fox |
Saturday, 24 July 2021
Bad news eased by a lovely evening
Wednesday, 21 July 2021
Some retrospective views of the Referendum Debate
My counter arguments were equally simple: no, no, no. Flight costs for package holidays had fallen for many reasons, and included many destinations outside Europe. Their cost was based on economics, not politics. Employment in Europe had plummeted, and the appalling results on high youth unemployment were evident in many countries, especially Spain and Greece, whilst in contrast, the UK had seen continuing growth and prosperity, with unemployment at enviably low levels. Interpol has a membership of 190 countries and is the second largest political organization after the United Nations in terms of international representation. Britain has continued to be a full member, and does not need membership of Europe to tackle crime. The intelligence services will continue to support each other fully outside Europe, for it is in no country’s interest to block reciprocal information about international threats.
I run my own small business providing consultancy services to the pharmaceutical industry, and I fully appreciate where European membership has been beneficial in harmonising the management of clinical trials and the regulation for licencing medicines. The European Medicines Agency (EMA) was a decentralised agency of the European Union (EU), located in London. It had been operating for over 20 years, and was responsible for the scientific evaluation, supervision and safety monitoring of medicines developed by pharmaceutical companies for use in the EU. I visited their headquarters on many occasions, and was proud that we hosted it in Britain. Leaving the EU triggered the loss of the EMA, which moved to Amsterdam, and the UK now has the local MHRA but this is something I am willing to face. The regulation of medicines is becoming more truly international, with harmonisation ranging across the USA, Japan, Australia and South Africa, and increasingly into China. Britain will remain at the forefront of much of this international effort even outside the EU.
David Cameron would have appeared more honest if he had declared at the beginning his intention of staying in Europe whatever the outcome of his renegotiations. He could have made a firm case by saying that he would work for better terms, but to stay was to our advantage whatever the result. By pretending that they would be swayed by his own efforts was disingenuous and resulted in him arguing for the In campaign with the most minimal of ammunition.
Likewise, Boris Johnson was wrong to boast that we shall succeed because Britain once ran a great Empire. This does not resonate with modern Britain, nor with most people’s knowledge of history. We shall succeed if we leave because we shall have no choice but to make it work. Every company, large or small, will continue to make efforts to export, to both the EU and to the world. The difference will be in the agreements we can make; they will be dictated by our own interests, not the blind, petty, rules of Europe that seem so biased towards the self-interests of countries other than our own.
Immigration must surely be the biggest factor in many minds right now. The figures suggest over a quarter of a million people coming to Britain every year. This is simply not sustainable on any measure, and the limitation of benefits will not touch these numbers. For any great country with central command, be it the USA, Australia, Russia or China, one central government would take control of its borders and do whatever was required to make them secure. For Europe, this has been an abject failure. There is no central political decision-making, no unified policing or military control, no uniform leadership or policy in any form. The whole edifice is floundering under overwhelming numbers. I cannot pretend to offer a solution to this, but I could see that the EU had no solution either, other than reverting to the closure of individual countries’ borders to force the problem elsewhere. This was not a system that deserves my vote. Today, illegal immigration continues across the Channel, but Project Fear was wrong to state we would be forced to accept immigrants as a condition of trade. Put simply, the EU has no wish to ease trade with the UK under any circumstances: but this will gradually ease as mutual benefit begins to assert itself again.
The case for leaving was not based on fear, although I did and still do fear the direction in which the EU is drifting through impotence rather than objective forward planning. The case for leaving was driven by the excitement of freedom from imposed regulation; the unshackling of our economy from a moribund Euro; the reassertion of our own sovereignty against anonymous and undemocratic centralisation; the freedom from the imposition of silly laws and regulations that are only beneficial to some self-interest group somewhere on the continent.
The EU was born as a dream in the aftermath of war; a dream of shared purpose and prosperity, to maintain peace in a world of turmoil. But lacking a common history, language or culture, the incessant drive towards federalism lacks both cohesion and charisma, and the dream is becoming a nightmare from which we are slowly awaking, Covid notwithstanding.
So my call was to vote No to the weak arguments of fear. To say Yes to the opportunity to cut free from the overwhelming and unaccountable bureaucracy of Brussels; Yes to returning power to our elected representatives who gave us this one chance to demonstrate true independence of thought; Yes to the opportunity to develop trade links to the rest of the world without EU restrictions; and above all, Yes to forging a strong independent country that, through honesty and enterprise, may become a beacon to the world.
Tuesday, 20 July 2021
Matthew has an announcement
We are "enjoying" the current heat wave - days of unbroken sun and broken sleep. It is too hot for gardening, or lazing indoors. In childhood, my father used to drive us for picnics by some river or lake on days like this, where we could spend languid days in the cool of some trees or a grassy meadow, dipping in and out of the water as the mood took us. Ah! Idyllic memories - but I wonder sometimes what the truth of those blissful times was, behind the mask of hazy memory of golden hours. Never mind, dreams of our youth should be relaxing and somnolent. Byron has the best idea: every time we get the hosepipe out, he dashes back and forth through the stream, ending up soaked but happy and cooler.
I am not good at looking at my phone messages, and often forget to carry it with me. On Saturday, I discovered two missed calls and a recorded message from the hospital left the day before. Also on Saturday, I got a letter and an email telling me of a new appointment for Tuesday (today). Yesterday, I had another text message telling me to read my appointment list on the hospital website, and then the secretary rang again asking if I know about the appointment. They must be having a problem with missed appointments to be so determined to get me there! I shall have to skip one afternoon meeting to get there, but I guess this is an appointment I'd better keep or I might be black-balled.
Player 4 has entered the game |
We had a joyous phone call from Matthew and Rosie yesterday to inform us that Rosie has been for a scan and is 11 weeks pregnant, so congratulations to them both. This is a second baby that will clearly be welcomed. Wasting no time, they have sent a photo of them all in matching T-shirts saying Players 1, 2 and 3 are ready. They have had a new tiny T-shirt printed saying "Player 4 has entered the game". I am not a game player myself, but I do appreciate the metaphor for life. We are indeed all minor pieces in some strange galactic game. Most of us suppress the thought but this makes it explicit. May they all play the game well and enjoy the moves in store.
Coming out of the hospital, the hot weather has broken over East Anglia, where thunderstorms have greeted us. The weather is cooler now, without the need to water the garden, but Bronte hates the thunder, and tries to hide behind our legs, needing calming with attention and fuss. Dr Pulimood, the respiratory consultant, was the most thorough and patient of all the specialists I have seen. He spent 40 minutes discussing my recent scan before sending me for yet more blood tests. There is some scarring and a small nodule on the lung that he wants to keep an eye on, and which may be leaving me a little breathless when I move too fast. I realised how slow I have become when, walking back to the car recently, an old lady with a stick and carrying a full shopping bag passed me and was in her car and away before I even reached the car park.
Our house is of an age where things are breaking and needing repair. Yesterday, we had to have a new water softener. The fitter was only a young man, but forgetful. He had forgotten his drill, so asked to borrow mine, then when he left he forgot to take his card machine, so I had to phone the office to contact him to come back. Now the side panels of my workshop are rotting, so tomorrow our fencing man will come to replace them. I have taken the opportunity to begin to clear the workroom. We have so much stuff left from our boating days, but much of it can go now so I have filled the bin with old pieces we can never use again and tins rusted and solid with time. I even have an old anchor and anchor chain, too heavy to drop in a bin and too awkward to carry to the tip. I have left them heaped in a corner for another day.
Saturday, 17 July 2021
Covid pings and summer zen
Two days after Edwin had taken Ann to the dentist and me to A&E (see Edwin's Emergency-Journeys), he was pinged by the Covid app and has to remain quarantined for ten days. The message said only the day he was in contact with an infected person, not where it happened, so naturally he wondered if it had occurred when he was out with us. Then Andre also got pinged, so they figured it must have been when they were together somewhere, but apart from the driving lesson (Edwin teaching Andre), they didn't go anywhere much together on Monday. However, an article in the paper this week warned that some false pings can occur through partition walls, so they now wonder if they got it through the thin wall of their apartment block.
Fortunately, they have each had their first vaccination and both remain well. Ann sent for a Covid test set, so we have also tested ourselves and remain negative, but nearly half-a-million people are currently off work because of these pings, and many children are missing out yet again on their education, including our granddaughter in the village because someone in the school tested positive. Some people are now deleting the app because of this, and I have not added it to my phone as I don't want false pings to stop me going out. Ann has taken the opposite view and has now downloaded the app to see if she gets pinged at all.
It is summer, my favourite part of the year. Autumn brings early frosts and the hint of decay; winter sees me shivering under heavy jerseys and a blanket, with the long hours of darkness bringing tiredness and lethargy, while Spring, for all its promise of new life, is often heavy rain with the earth sodden and late frosts. But summer gives light with long days, so often filled with glorious sunshine and warmth. A time to sit in the garden to read or watch the swallows, or take walks with firm ground under ones feet rather than squelchy mud, when age brings the possibility of slipping and a bad fall.
Cutting metal for the crane |
When we built the patio and added the pebbled zen garden, I promised Ann I'd to try to construct a Japanese crane to complement the area. Yesterday, I began to make good on my promise. I have a large sheet of mild steel, salvaged from the back of the dishwasher when we had to replace it. I have drawn the shapes on it for body and wings, and am in process of cutting out the pieces. I am using a reciprocating saw with a metal cutting blade, and wear protective goggles, gloves and ear plugs, but it is tiring and the noise of sawing through steel is horrendous, so I can only do it for short periods. As the new creature emerges, I will post progress on this blog.
We watched a biopic on Alex Ferguson recently. I was impressed with has wonderful managerial style, with his intellectual analysis for coming to decisions. One particularly difficult choice was when he pondered whether to drop his regular goalie to bring in a new man. He was filled with uncertainty, but in the end said, "when there is doubt, there is no doubt" and took the decision. Manchester United went on to win the game and the tournament and never looked back, although the old goalie never spoke to him again. One must not dwell on 'what might have beens', but it is a maxim I wish I had had at several critical times in my life, and will now carry forward.
Tuesday, 13 July 2021
Edwin's emergency journeys
Swan attacks in Clare |
Later, hurrying back to the house from the studio through torrential rain, I missed my footing and tumbled forward onto the wheelbarrow. I have cut my head open to a gaping scalp wound so Ann insisted I go to A&E (or ED as it is now called) to get it dressed and assessed. She has been drinking to ease the tooth pain, so she phoned Edwin to take me. He was in Bury taking Andre through his driving test but came back to take me to hospital. He was delayed by a road traffic accident. A car was on its side in a ditch so the road was closed, but he diverted and finally I am at the hospital following Edwin's second emergency dash in one day.
Because of COVID no one can stay with me, so I’ve been sitting alone in Waiting Room A for 2 hours. More people keep arriving and ambulances are drawing up but none of us are called. Eventually though, I am taken through for triage. The nurse straps a wet dressing to the scalp then sends me back to the waiting room for the doctor to see.
It’s all happening here. A young man has staggered in after skidding and going over his handlebars in the rain. He says he heard the bone snap and now can’t move his arm. A woman has tired of waiting and is sobbing at the reception counter saying she can’t wait any longer and must go home. A young couple sit opposite, scantily dressed. The girl is shivering with grazed bare arms and a low-cut dress. Now an alarm has gone off and six people have rushed into the night through the door to see goodness knows what.
Grandad John with new bonnet |
Two policewomen came in to interview the young couple sitting opposite. They had been in the crashed car that delayed Edwin. The driver said he’d hit a patch of water and the car started to aquaplane; it rode on a sea of water “like ice” and skidded off the road. Luckily both were well but shaken and bruised and in for check-ups.
At last I see the doctor, a lively young man training to be a GP. He says the skin flap is already dead and cannot be stitched, but the wound is not deep. He cleans the dried blood and old leaves from my hair and wound, and rebandages it with a simple patch. I text Edwin who arrives with Ann in the car, both glad to have their concern eased. We finally get home at one a.m. just five hours later.
Sunday, 11 July 2021
Peace and strife
We have returned from a great break in Northumberland, staying at a magnificent country house. Technically, we were in a small wing at the back of the house, the former servants' quarters, but it was still luxurious with large bedrooms, multiple bathrooms, and a huge kitchen and sitting room. We had hoped to have visitors come and share with us, and Edwin and Andre did come for a few days by train. Lucy and family visited on a day trip but did not stay over because of schooling. During the visit, Ann was reminded on her great love of peace and her passion for trees, ultimately the most peaceful of symbols in a living, lively world.
Some years ago when we lived in Clare, we had a local Clare-based dentist. Unfortunately, many of his patients developed problems with their dental work and complained. Eventually he was struck off for incompetence and dishonesty. Last week, so many years later, Ann also became a victim of the man's efforts when a crown he had fitted worked loose and came off during our holiday. She attended an emergency session with our new dentist in Hadleigh, who diagnosed that the remaining stump, to which it had been attached, was too small and damaged to re-crown and the the thing would need extraction. This he judged too difficult for his meagre abilities so arranged an appointment with a specialist odontological surgeon.
On Thursday, the operation of Ann's mouth began. The session had been booked for half an hour, but the root was a small, fractured and half-buried remnant so the poor girl had to have repeated injections as the gum was incised and the broken adherent root fragments drilled and grinded, gripped and heaved at. She was in the chair for one and a half hours and needed six stitches. Coming out, a sizable queue had formed as she staggered down the stairs. Because of the stupid Covid restrictions, I had been standing outside in the rain to wait for her, but I was glad I did because she needed my arm to steady her as we returned to the car park. Then, walking the dogs in Clare next day, a new sign in a shop window proclaimed Ann's belief. Tree Action Society of Clare (TASC) proudly proclaims they also stand for trees. Let's all go plant a tree for peace. Now, three days later, Ann has a huge hard swelling over the jaw and a huge pain she is desperately trying to suppress with various pain-killers. I am cooking her omelettes, the only thing she can eat besides her diet of soup and milk.
Also in Clare, I had to drop a prescription in to our doctors. While the dentist has remained open throughout the pandemic, seeing patients in the most intimate of ways via their maskless mouths, for eighteen months the doctor's surgery has greeted the ill and dying with a locked door and this sign: "STOP!!! Knock on window if you have an appointment". No one I know has seen their GP in all this time, and I am ashamed of the profession or to admit I once was a GP.Friday, 18 June 2021
We have a leak
Ann, walking with bare feet, noted a wet patch on the hall carpet. I apologised and said I must have spilt the coffee when I carried it through. Next morning, I felt a drip on my head. A crack had appeared in the ceiling, with a spreading stain. Investigation tracked it to the airing cupboard, and the valve to open the hot water system when the timer called it on. Water was jetting out, but only when the hot water went on so I wedged a baking tray to catch the leak.
We managed to get a plumber quickly, who made the diagnosis and phoned his supplier about a replacement valve. They had one in stock but said it had been reserved for another plumber; but when our man bent their ear with a plea about "this is an emergency", they agreed to order another valve in for the other guy. Our man returned quickly with the part, and then performed a miracle of plumbing engineering. He wrapped a sleeve round the pipe above and below the valve, and pumped freon through it. The pipe quickly froze solid, so he could replace the valve without having to drain the system. Amazing.
Following this, Ann noticed a new stain and crack appearing on her bedroom ceiling. Because of my severe itching, we have slept separately but for some time she had been disturbed by loud nightly noises in the attic above her rather than in the bed beside her. We worried that it might be rats or bats, or birds nesting, but the attic was clear of debris or droppings. Finally, we tracked it down to a pair of starlings nesting under the roof tile where the cement had broken away. We waited a few weeks until they had fledged, then found a local guy called Josh. The valley troughs were replaced a few years ago to fix other leaks, but Josh said they must have been cowboys because all the pointing to seal them under the tiles had worked loose and needed replacing. The birds had got in, and now the rain too.
The Widower |
I am continuing painting, turning to the neighbours for subjects. The first is David, who was widowed two years ago (see Stories and funeral). He is the affable organiser of our little Hundon men's group, but has the saddest eyes as though reflecting on all the might-have-beens in his life. My next neighbour must be selected to bring more cheer to the painting.