As the cherry blossom gives way to the ceanothus, I walked down the street where last year I saw the most magnificent display. The tree was dark blue, petals had fallen to the floor so there was a slick of colour on the pavement. I rounded the corner. No tree. It was in someone’s garden, and since last spring that someone has removed the tree. I imagine they had no idea of the pleasure it gave passers by, or the anticipation of those like myself of its beauty this year.
Last week I was worried I had given the impression her that I do not value the arts. I do. When times are hard I believe the arts are things we need even more than ever. I don’t know if other species look at flowers and sunsets and sigh at their beauty, whether storytelling is something practised though generations of say tigers for example. I rather hope it is. We have seen elephants with paint brushes and can only begin to guess what the experience means to them.
This week’s worry is about what happens when we start to exit from lockdown, when we start to see how many businesses have gone bust, how many people are losing their jobs, their homes, their hopes. I keep reading dire warnings, that what we shall experience will make the Great Depression look like a picnic. Does that mean we shall be pushing wheelbarrows full of our life savings to the shop to buy a loaf of bread? I find it all the more frightening because I have no idea how to prepare myself, if I can prepare myself.
I also read that the Danish government has made it clear companies who are registered in tax havens won’t be eligible for Coronavirus bailouts. You can read more about it here. It sounds perfectly sensible to me. Like many I was shocked when Tesco paid out a dividend to its shareholders after accepting funds from the government last month. It make not be illegal, but is immoral. If you don’t know what i am talking about, you can read about it here and in numerous other papers.
However, as there are several MPs in government with business interests registered outside the UK and a chunk of their donations comes from others similarly placed, I imagine the response will be less than lukewarm. Already there are stories about footballers and Victoria Beckham. These are very much in the style of shouting ‘look at that!’ while the shouter snaffles goods away while you are distracted. We may have to do our own shouting about this one.
As ever, keep well.