Cometh the manners cometh the Men – Dave and Nick set the standard.
The sun is shining yet again on beautiful Rutland this morning. We are much blessed, the colours along the footpath are wonderful. I will instruct my scribe to make some pictures for you, before the rain comes this afternoon. The cold snappy wind has dropped, but I must report that one of the tomato plants looks like it needs life support this morning; also the young Wisteria on the back fence, as we were troubled by Jack Frost again last night.
I am pleased to report futhermore, a lightening of spirits in our household last night; when he came home she said he must watch the news ‘it was very funny.’ I had heard her chortling earlier. The reporters were asking David Cameron if he was sorry that he had once said Nick Clegg was his favourite joke. It was truly amazing to see the reaction from these two men, she told him. David Cameron started to dig himself out of the hole and Nick Clegg helped him ‘Did you really say that about me.’ he asked interrupting the new PM in mid flow. ‘Yes,’ came the brutally, truthful, answer. ‘I’m off,’ said Cleggy. ‘Come back,’ squeaks our new PM in a troubled falsetto. The whole press pack fell about laughing, it was good to see. For a short time we had laughter, sunshine and a ray of happiness, on the news, a crumb of comfort in these troubled times she says. The news was not all good; but the press pack, and so the world, were treated to a seat in the beautiful garden of No 10, a snapshot in time. I approved very much of the garden, very pretty. However, it is not perfect, the Amish Quilters, it is said, deliberately make a mistake in their quilts, ‘because nothing in this world should be perfect’; and so it is with No 10’s garden, it requires a Cocker Spaniel, with a ball; then all would be perfect.
That is not all that has changed since Gordon Brown made his speech to the waiting press and the nation on Tuesday night. He said, ‘It is my intention to tender my resignation to the Queen.’ On his arrival at No 10 from the palace the new PM said ‘Her Majesty the Queen, has invited me to form a Government.’ What a difference not even a day makes, just a small change in wording. Words are important, once blown to the wind they can’t be taken back. The pen which copies the word is even more distructive, more powerful even than the sword, it is said. Respect and good manners cost nothing, but go a long way to calm troubled waters, perhaps we as voters will be respected too now, she says. Persons are odd creatures, they like this word respect, it means to show deference and esteem and to pay due attention, to be mindful of a person’s position, and to be thoughtful about a person’s feelings, an interesting word for sure. The waters will be very choppy for this Liberal Conservative government, she says but if they can make the cynical hacks of the massed media laugh like that, then they have made a very good start; for happiness and its cohort laughter is a very good medicine for many ills.
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La Grande Sophie