My literary voice is to be extinguished.
What has caused gloom and doom at the breakfast table this morning? Is it the fact that Alistair Darling has apparently promised more money (putting us into more debt) last night, to the political black hole that is Brussels. (We are now to prop up something called the Euro) Or is it the fact that we have no semblance of government yet? A government of substance, the BBC commentator said. They find these words and keep using them; ‘substance’ is a Gordon Brownism, used to its ‘enth’ and is now so unoriginal. Like the phrase ‘did not fix the roof while the sun was shining’ how many times did we hear that on the oblong box? Well the roof is well and truly leaking now. It is to be hoped that the saying ‘Cometh the hour cometh the man,’ is right. Someone, preferably an elected someone, she says, needs to take control quickly. What could be the reason for this malaise? The pound on a knife edge? Shares falling? Future pensions and financial investments and most importantly holiday money or lack of it on everyone’s mind (we are off to the lakes soon, I have been promised)? No it is far, far simpler than that. Let me elucidate! This morning we awoke to a heavy frost. This will be the second or possibly third set of tomato plants that have been nurtured in the greenhouse and then cast out to grow strong and fruit that have been murdered by a late frost. One does not expect to be coddling tomatoes plants from frost this time of year he says. It should be warmer. As always I will agree with him. While the wind is in the North, North East it will be cold. We need it to back up south westerly, ‘it is warm wind, the west wind.’ She seems to think the lack of control in Downing Street is causing this chill, or was it just the fact that Gordon Brown is showing as much warmth as an ice lolly.
This is all my scribe can manage today, the broadband is slower than usual, so she is having real problems accessing the sites that she uses regularly. She tells me that we may not be able to manage to post for too much longer. Apparently my literary voice is to be extinguished, because her patience’s is running out with the broadband. I am of course very sad about this, as I feel, like ex Lib Dem MP Lembit Opik, that I have more to offer. It seems I am in dire need of a hero to rescue my literary genius; someone who has patience and can manage my scribe’s dodgy temperament, he will be home tonight to retrieve this situation never fear.
I am of course
La Grande Sophie
Tags: substance
May 10th, 2010 at 3:56 pm
Sophie. She cannot extinguish you. That would be sacrilege. I don’t think he would allow it as if she cannot moan on your blog she would moan to him more.
May 11th, 2010 at 7:42 am
Perhaps Sophie you ought to encourage him to take part on your blog as a guest speaker. It may help him vanquish his demons and annoyances too. then your home would be one of peace and tranquilaty all the time. LOL
May 11th, 2010 at 2:11 pm
You must be joking it would be like getting Gordon Brown out of No Ten, letting somone else scribe for me. LOL LGSx
May 11th, 2010 at 2:12 pm
There was never a more true statement of fact. He will sort it all somehow. She is talking of moving house!!!!!! I can think of so many reasons why I would love to move but because the broadband is slow please!!!!!!!LGSx