Sophie's Blog

Our home is run on very democratic lines. He is the chairman of the board, she is the managing director, I am; they think a very junior partner. Decisions usually revolve around what is best for me I am afraid; this in a sense inflates my status I know. The end results of most decisions are usually for the best, for all. They discus the issues and a compromise is reached. I am, sometimes, not happy with the compromise, but you see I am the junior partner, such is life.

Compromise is an interesting word, it means to agree and accept something which is maybe not what you want, but in your interests because it is for the greater good. So we compromise in life. But to compromise means that you must have a bottom line, one that you will not surrender. The more complicated the negotiations, the more important it is to have a bottom line. Our managing director makes compromises often, but, she knows full well what her bottom line is, she knows that she has to live with herself after the deal is struck. That is the trouble with compromise for persons that make them and cross their bottom line; they tend to hate, not only the people they have been forced to strike a deal with, but also, themselves, not a situation that we contemplate in our house. We all know our bottom line.

Why are you being inflicted with the governance of Tumbledown House, somewhere in Rutland you will ask? I am afraid it is politics again. (I can hear Dexter’s person moan from here). There was not much talk during breakfast this morning. She was silent and he was cross, it would seem our politicians are squabbling about power, while they should be sorting out what they can do for us, the people, and the debt bubble that will effect our Children’s, Children’s, Children, is all she says. They are both, I think, fed up and disgusted at how the political elite are able to turn statements and events to their own advantage, even now, when we are flat broke and have spoken in an election. My advice to David Cameron would be to remember your bottom line and don’t surrender any values you hold dear; political compromise through history leads to exposure and disgrace. How will Nick Clegg feel when Ed Balls is PM. It will certainly cause ructions in our democratic household. (She can’t stand Ed Balls as you know). Persons are funny things, she says, you think you know where they are coming from and like what they say, and then they throw you a curve ball, as the Lib Dems have done. They are as bad as the rest, if not worse she says, all they are interested in is changing the voting system, so it will be easier for them to become more powerful. You hardly hear anything about the economy now, only about changing voting systems. If the £ tumbles today it will be their fault, she says.

And as for Labour, again Gordon Brown proposes to force a change in the voting system through before he asks the electorate. The people did not vote on the basis of electoral reform , they voted on the state of the economy. They are understandably worried about the National Debt, he says.

It is a lovely morning on the footpath, I hope it stays that way. The clouds are being blown by a cold North Easterly wind, but the sun shining takes the sting from it. Perhaps by tomorrow we will have a government of some sort and there will be no indigestion at breakfast. I think I would prefer her chatter, to her silence it is slightly unnerving.

I am of course

La Grande Sophie

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