Eden is Burning

Gentlemen, he said

I’ve shined your shoes, I’ve moved your mountains and marked your cards

But Eden is burning, either get ready for elimination

Or else your hearts must have the courage 

for the changing of the guards

Thank goodness all that hot weather has gone away. His Nibs keeps us inside with the blinds down, which does rather restrict my life. I’m a bit of a fan of being outside, even if I have to be attached with my “rope” on me. The Boss is worried I might get out on the road, but if I did the only place I would head would be The Brewery where everybody seems to love me. 

In truth, why would I run away? I’m being spoiled rotten here, treated like a king in my retirement. I’m not daft enough to believe it would be any better anywhere else.

Him Indoors seems to be much happier on the football front at the moment. I always find it surprising how his moods can be improved by a simple couple of football performances. In his defence, he’s supported United for 67 years so I guess he’s entitled to be a bit moody over it all.

He tells me (you folks have no idea how much he talks to me about life) that although he’s still interested in current affairs, to all intents and purposes he’s given up his ranting about politics.

His Nibs is more than scathing about our current (and long-standing 12 years, still counting) government in literally every single area. In his more dramatic moments he points that apart from (1) Attlee (2) Wilson/Callaghan and (3) Blair/Brown – which only total approx 30 years – this means thar we’ve had nearly 47 years of Tories since 1945. 

Therefore, literally everything in this country is their responsibility, especially the more recent catastrophe’s. My title words today from The Maestro is specifically pertinent – our Eden really does seem to be burning!

He’s been greatly “amused”(polite word for disturbed) by the non-budget from our new Prime Minister, delivered by her poodle Chancellor. Talk about going back in history!!! I think I heard His Nibs comment quietly “trickle down my ass”.

I’ve noticed he now only rants at the television, but I do worry when I’m the only one with him in case he has another stroke!

I was with His Nibs when we watched film of the floods in Pakistan. He patted my head, stroked my ear’s and said to me “when will these idiots in control of the world understand they are killing people in their pursuit of profit and growth. Climate change is serious and exists.”

Like everybody, it’s all been a bit sad since the Queen left us. Him Indoors is no great royalist but has always had a soft spot for the lady at the top. A very small woman he told me, remembering a trip to the Royal Premiere of “Narnia” a few years ago when Harriet was a young girl. 

We’ve not watched much about it on telly. Wall to wall coverage for 24 hour news makes it all a bit wearing and “over the top” is our Rumpy Pumpy feeling. Our relief from it all was to watch the final series of the great “Borgen”, followed by “Shetland”. All very Nordic-ish I reckoned.

I must tell you though we had a couple of nights away at the seaside. Babbacombe to be precise. It was the rather super Cary Arms, who loved dogs and were very kind to me. Our mate Zynia came with us and was in charge of walks for me because His Nibs struggles sometimes with both his back and his knees.  I confess I wasn’t too keen on the noise of the waves arriving on the beach, so despite much cajoling from Zynia and my love of water I declined to go swimming. My love of food was well catered for and it is clear Devon sausages really do suit me.

Of course, His Nibs is fretting about ticket sales for Festival. He always starts worrying and fearing the worst when it’s the last month before it all happens. In reality, his ticket sales are going ok and some shows are sold out. 

He persuaded his brother in law Robert to come over and hang several of his paintings in the living-room. I had to leave my comfortable spot on the new settee, which obviously I though was bit off but the works of art do look impressive on the wall!

All this redecoration and new furniture has resulted in His Nibs deciding he needs to change his table for a round one that has an expandable centre! This then has meant his little mind is turning to change all the wall units to create more space to hang more paintings. It’s all too much for a Springer, I’m retreating to my new settee and keeping out of it all.

Woof! Woof!

History Notes:

1945 – 1951 Attlee

1951 – 1964 Churchill, Eden, MacMillan, Douglas-Home,

1964 – 1970 Wilson

1970 – 1974 Heath

1974 – 1979 Wilson, Callaghan

1979 – 1997 Thatcher, Major

1997 – 2010 Blair, Brown

2010 – 2022 to date Cameron, May, Johnson, Truss

So Labour in power 30 years with the Tories ruling us 47 years (ignoring months across a year).