It’s pelting down. There has been lightning and almost simultaneous thunder. MasterB is hiding under a chair. We are experiencing all the seasons at the moment.
Spring is unsprung.
Yesterday it snowed.
It wasn’t for long and it didn’t settle, but still it made me remember 1979 when Margaret Thatcher was elected. I came home from Italy via France to vote against her. The first time I was able to vote in a national election. My vote was symbolic. She got in. But I have always felt the snow was an omen. It’s going to take a long time for this country to recover from Thatcherism, and the road is not linear.
Next week we have elections for the post of Mayor of London. Yesterday’s snow may well be an omen that we need to think carefully about who we elect. Tonight I went through the handy leaflet outlining the options. There are disturbing number of xenophobes standing for office in this most diverse of cities. The ones who say they are championing Christianity and opposing immigration make me wonder if they have any acquaintance with the gospels at all.
On tonight’s news I saw a clip of Donald Trump saying he was a very bright man who had been to the best schools. If this is true, the best schools may soon be rewriting their prospectuses. Or should that be prospecti?
Trump’s isolationism puzzles me. It’s like the Brexiteers whose vision sounds like a constant slo-mo of us running through fields of spring flowers with butterflies and blue skies. It’s a Disneyesque vision of happiness and success. Those who vote for Trump or Brexit may well feel betrayed when reality turns out not to be a place where sprinkling fairy dust make every thing perfect.