I will add further 'rumbles' to this post concerning this, that or the other during the course of the day as and when anything occurs.
News from the Rehab Unit: The 'Memsahib' gains strength daily - and I'm steadily going downhill! It's not the weight of work in running a household but its sheer unremitting, relentless, never-ending nature that pisses me off. I don't want to think about what we are going to eat for lunch next Tuesday, or whether the sheets are due for a change, or whether or not I remembered to leave the money out for the milkman . . . I mean, it's all so damned domestic! Nobody seems to realise that a great mind like mine should not be encumbered with such trivia, I have matters of great moment upon me which it is essential be passed on to my faithful blog followers who wait, daily, hourly, for my views and opinions and . . . sorry, did someone say something? Anyway, 'er upstairs' is now downstairs as well and is leaping about on a single crutch, well, "leaping" is perhaps a slight exaggeration, but anyway, she is now in a position to actually supervise my downstairs activities - so there goes the occasional nap on the settee!
Bye, bye, Benny, baby, but why? Yes, the question is, why did Pope Benedict resign? I must instantly confess my almost total ignorance concerning the Catholic church but in doing so, I suspect, it places me amongst a vast majority of people including most catholics. Only the Vatican insiders plus a tiny handful of informed outsiders know what is going on inside Vatican city, a place that makes Stalin's Kremlin look positively transparent! Some possibilities are discussed by John Cornwall in The Mail. His Wiki entry seems to mark him as an outsider with some penetrating knowledge of what may be going on inside the Curia, as the Vatican civil service is called. Worth a read but my guess is that, given the secretive nature of the Catholic hierarchy, it will be a hundred years before we even get a hint as to the truth behind this resignation - if resignation it was! - and in a hundred years will I care?
When cracks appear in an icon: I never thought I would live long enough to see the beginning of the collapse and fall of the Nationalised Health Empire in Britain - but it is beginning. As I mentioned in a previous post, perhaps the only good thing to emerge from the Mid-Staffs Hospital horror story is that the carefully nurtured image of nurses being angels of mercy and light and therefore above and beyond criticism has just crashed and burned. From now on we will all view them as they are, ordinary people trying to do their best, some good, some not so good and some who should have been prison officers! There may be one other benefit derived from the Mid Staffs story, that is, having driven all other NHS stories off the front pages it has hidden the sly, surreptitious changes wrought by this government. Yesterday there was a 'Shlock-Horror' story in 'The Graun' (natch!) reporting howls of complaint from some Doctors' union about the sneaky privatisation of the NHS. Well, if it results in the sort of service provided by the privately-owned Shepton Mallet Clinic who dealt with the 'Memsahib's hip under a NHS contract, then "give me surfeit of it"!
D' Ancona no can do: I have long had my doubts concerning the judgment of Matthew d' Ancona notwithstanding the fact that he was once the editor of my favourite mag - The Spectator. I suppose you can mark him A1 in loyalty to Dave but is that really a virtue as it becomes clearer to everyone, except our Matthew, that Dave is driving the Tory party into oblivion. As far as I can tell from his article in The Telegraph, 'all is for the best in the best of all worlds' as far as Dave's leadership goes and the only slight fault is that perhaps his presentation isn't very good! And the idea that somehow Dave is a paid-up member of a metropolitan elite with no understanding of ordinary people's concerns d' Ancona dismisses out of hand saying that such a "cabal" is a figment of imagination. Well, no one was suggesting the existence of a "cabal", only the very real existence of a certain state of mind prevalent amongst the wealthy upper middle-classes with comfortable homes in both the country and in London neither of which brings them into contact with ordinary people beyond the butcher, baker and candle-stick maker. D' Ancona is as big a dimwit as his hero!
My two favourite 'biches sont revenus': Oh, yes, indeed, they're back. Both the enticingly tough but tender Caroline Proust (Insp. Laure Berthaud); and the deliciously naughty and red-headed Audrey Fleurot (Lawyer Joséphine Karlsson) on my TV courtesy of BBC4 on Saturday nights in the superb French crime and justice(!) series, Spiral. I'm loving every minute of it but hating trying to choose which of those lovely ladies I prefer. I know, I will write to both of them in impeccable French, er, with a 'leetle 'elp from mon ami, Google Translate' and see which of them replies soonest. Waddya mean - neither of 'em! Of course they will, I shall enclose a photo, perhaps that one with me in my Long Johns, that's always a winner!
Here endeth my Sunday Rumble - see you tomorrow!