Yesterday being Sunday, we woke up just a tad early and were delighted that we both seem to have had a fairly restful night. I was pleased to say that I had enough time to have a shower and put the various preparations in place before the couple of carers called around at 8.00pm. Whilst Meg was watching the Politics programmes, I was preparing breakfast and so did not catch up with as much of the comment as I would have liked but then we got an extremely welcome phone call from our University of Birmingham friend to meet up for a coffee. We knew that the weather forecast was not very propitious but nonetheless took a chance on the weather and made our way in the spitting rain. I had taken with me, as I promised, some of the Civil Service Commission examination papers dating from about 1963 which I had taken and which eventually secured me a position in the Central of Information in London. Our friend was going to take these home and peruse them at his leisure and then try to infer whether standards had risen or fallen in the sixty years since they were first set before the intending applicants. On the way back home, though, the skies opened and Meg and I got absolutely drenched, practically to the skin. Fortunately the carers were there waiting for us upon our return and they themselves were a few minutes early so whilst they stripped Meg off and put her in dry clothing, I did the same for myself and we both hoped that exposure to a bit of a rain would not subject us to any deleterious consequences.
Yesterday afternoon, as we had our pre-planned, our Irish friends called around with a fully cooked meal for our enjoyment. We would normally entertain each other in our respective houses but now it is too difficult for Meg's wheelchair to get over the threshhold of their front door so we decided that it would better if our friends came round to us and they very kindly suggested they would they us to a cooked meal. This worked out extremely well and we dined on a newly roasted chicken, mashed potato and broccoli. I had already bought some apple pies so we had this with ice-cream as our dessert. Our friends bought a bottle of Chilean Malbec with them so we enjoyed this as well as helping to finish off some of the Cava which I had left over from our wedding anniversary (but protected by a wine stopper) Then we repaired to our Music Lounge and I explained to our friends some of the various bits of furniture we had acquired since their last visit to our house. This included our latest captain's chairs, the little two man sofa we acquired some months ago, the story behind the Flemish tapestry we acquired from the Worcestershire Association of Carers and culminating in the beautiful leather sofa which forms a beautifully intimate space where we could all sit and chat. I played them the Joan Baez track which had made such a profound impact on us only yesterday and then we caught up on all sorts of things including health matters relating to all of us, aspects of folk music and our mutual opinion of what we felt about the way in which the present Labour leadership is accepting gifts from wealth donors in which receiving the gifts, even if technically within the rules generates, the most terrible 'optics' for the Labour party and the kind of bad publicity which could easily have been avoided if only they had shown a little more temperance and self-restraint. But is this asking too much of the present generation of politicians? Our friend told us that Joan Baez had died soon after her last tour in which Meg and I had actually attended in Central Birmingham and I was dismayed by the news. Buy on consulting Wikipedia and its edit history, I discovered that as of two weeks ago, Joan Baez was still alive and aged 83. I am sure that when she does die, the event is bound to attract at least some attention from today's media. We enjoyed each other other's company so much this afternoon and hope to be able to repeat it more often. Our friends commented how the new hair style that our regular hairdresser had given Meg suits her down to the ground and makes her look years younger - if only!
I suppose that I ought to feel fairly happy that Kamala Harris is leading Donald Trump by about 3% in the opinion polls. But there is a massive snag about this lead because it could be that Harris is piling up more votes in places that will not necessarily swing the election. In the time of Bill Clinton's presidency, a popular epithet was 'It's the economy, stupid' - in other words all other issues fall into insignificance compared with how well off people are, or rather feel themselves to be. Trump is trusted more than Harris on the economy, probably because he has sold the idea that he is a 'successful businessman' who therefore ought to understand how the economy works. Harris is closing the gap on the economy but there is a lot of convincing to do. Although some of the economic indicators such as inflation are heading in the Democrat's direction, Americans in the mass do not feel better off. In other words, after years of sharply rising prices (a box of eggs costing two and a half times more than they did five years ago as what was $2 is now $5) So an interesting paradox occurs at this point which is that it is perception of one's standards of living whatever economists say which becomes the crucial political fact. So the sad fact remains that unless Harris is able to convince voters of her economic credentials, the presidency seems to be heading Trump's way. But there are some interesting things that sharp followers of the American elections might look out for. Pennsylvania is said to be a key battleground with the parties practically level and Harris might not gain it. But North Carolina which has consistent but small Republican majorities may be heading the Democrats way thanks to the resurgence of the black vote in the rapidly expanding suburbs of that state and so capturing this state could carry the election for Harris. Some analysts are of this view that the race to win North Carolina is the tightest of the whole contest and winning this state might prove to be critical.
© Mike Hart [2024]