A quickie post as I am off to enjoy supper with Octavia shortly. We usually eat together on a Sunday and catch up with some of each other’s news. it’s always chez Octavia as she has more room than I do, so I get to catch up with the Grey Ninja too. Tonight I shall be taking the said ninja some cat vitamin paste,. I got it with the reward points I have accumulated on the one of the sites where I buy MasterB’s food. It is supposed to prevent hairballs, something I have yet to see MasterB produce, and which the Grey Ninja, being a breed (Russian Blue – her pedigree name rivals that of the Tsar) that barely sheds, is unlikely to suffer with.
The blurb said it was a taste no cat could resist and recommended it for when you have to medicate your pet. Great I thought, that should make the worming tablet less traumatic all round. But MasterB finds it all to easy to resist. I put a centimetre or so on a saucer for him as a treat. It’s still there twenty-four hours later, loooking like a short, rather fat, slug. Maybe the GN will find it more to her taste.
I became a great aunt, which was very exciting. I received an ecstatic text from Nephew who is obviously a very thrilled parent. Pictures followed, including, finally, one of his daughter with her eyes open. This good news has been tempered by news that the eldest son of my cousin Tom, also called Tom, is in a coma following a cardiac arrest. Cousin is keeping me in the loop, but they have been warned there will be brain damage. He’s forty-one, married with two little girls. Though I am not religious, I went into a church yesterday and filled in a card asking the congregation to pray for him. These are the moments when you feel utterly powerless, and prayer is the one thing you can offer.
Bake Off continued and one of my favourite bakers left the tent. Don’t worry Nadbugs, I shan’t tell you who it was. The shocking news that GBBO is to leave the BBC for Channel 4 has been a welcome distraction from what isn’t so far happening with Brexit. Some days I can almost convince myself it won’t happen at all. Then Theresa May goes and announces that Article 52 will be triggered by March 2017. My heart sinks to my boots. Does the Prime Minister and her Cabinet have a plan? If so, they have communicated precious little about it to the British electorate. BoJo said something the other day that was immediately contradicted by Number 10 – a nice example of a metonym I am sure Octavia will agree – so I just hope Armando Iannucci, Guy Jenkin and Andy Hamilton are sitting with sharpened pencils ready to satirise the whole thing and keep me off the anti-depressants.
One of the things I fear most is that in the pursuit of an economic salvage job the UK will reach trade agreements that ignore its trading partners stances on human and animal rights. The EU has made great strides to protect animals from some of the ghastly practices the farming industry has dreamt up to produce food cheaply. When Teresa May or any other politician starts waving papers and saying how good this is for the UK she isn’t going to want us to see the small print. She has made time to meet Rupert Murdoch, which sounds suspiciously like she is hoping the Super Soaraway Sun will report kindly on her dealings and anyone who questions them will be stigmatised as an unpatriotic wet blanket. Ditto reporting in the Daily Mail, whose strapline ought to be Spleen. Responsible reporting is not the ethos of either of these publications.
The one consolation about GBBO’s imminent departure from the BBC is, for me, that it is from the Murdoch stable. If the BBC can come up with something that Rupe’s lawyers can’t claim as intellectual theft or whatever the correct term is for a programme that closely resembles another programme, I for one shall be delighted that the licence fee is not going to line Murdoch’s already bulging pockets.
I watched Unreported World on Friday Night. A well-fed Krishnan Guru-Murthy was visibly moved and upet by the sight of children starving to death as food is prevented from reaching them, collateral damage in a war between people who ought to know better who seem intent on bombing the country into oblivion, using on one side arms supplied by the UK and the US, on the other arms supplied by Russia.
If this is winning, what does losing look like?