Existential crises do not come more profound that losing your phone. Mine is, at the moment, officially lost. I do not have it. It is not with me. I am bereft.
But I take comfort from the flapping around of PP in
Catalonia. After their disastrous showing
in the forced elections in the country, forced by, wait for it, PP! PP is desperately trying to find a way to deal
with the fact that they had 11 seats and now they have four. They no longer even have the representation to
be regarded as a ‘Group’ in the Catalan parliament. So they have sacked someone, I suppose that
it must be someone in the National Parliament as they do not have much choice
in the people in the Catalan version!
The person they ought to sack, or who ought to tender his resignation,
is the lanky lying leader of the Catalan PP.
The last leader resigned for getting only 11 seats, so he should,
really, fall on his sword – literally.
But that would leave them with only three. So, problems.
It
is something of the same problem that the Conservatives have in trying to find
a native to be the Welsh Secretary out of their pathetic showings in
Wales. I fondly remember one election
when we didn’t return one Conservative.
Not one. We have even ended up
with freaks like Redwood when they were really scraping the barrel, though
Redwood did produce one memorable moment in his role when he attempted to sing
the Welsh National Anthem. His
humiliation has been replayed more times than was strictly necessary, but
anything to put down repulsive Conservatives such as he has got my vote. And this piece of YouTube film gives you an
idea of the horror: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GzBq0n8dxFQ
However, the confusion and chaos of both the Conservative
(“lower than vermin”) parties in Spain and the UK doesn’t really give very much
pleasure because we are living in their created universe: Brexit, Article 155,
Social Injustice and Corruption, not forgetting the trans-Atlantic 45!
So, anyway, I phoned my phone (as one does) and nothing. I phoned the last place that I was in and asked Toni's sister to look around. And nothing.
At this point, most people I know would be panicking and fretting about their very identity because so much of their lives centre on the mobile phone, but I use mine mostly for reading the The Guardian. And I can read that on my computer, so perhaps I wasn't as phased as others might have been.
And, as phones do, it turned up, found on its side at the foot of my bed resting against the skirting board.
Which meant that I was able to enjoy my meal without the pitying looks of those phone fanatics who eat a meal with the phone placed as if it were part of the cutlery!
And we did have an excellent meal to accompany my Saint's Day presents - all of which were acceptable. I now have two illustrated copies of Harry Potter, lavishly illustrated I should say in a large format book - in Spanish. So I have an incentive to struggle my way through the stories like the English speaking muggle that I am!
And so back home to a very cold house, but my own bed too!
And, as phones do, it turned up, found on its side at the foot of my bed resting against the skirting board.
Which meant that I was able to enjoy my meal without the pitying looks of those phone fanatics who eat a meal with the phone placed as if it were part of the cutlery!And we did have an excellent meal to accompany my Saint's Day presents - all of which were acceptable. I now have two illustrated copies of Harry Potter, lavishly illustrated I should say in a large format book - in Spanish. So I have an incentive to struggle my way through the stories like the English speaking muggle that I am!And so back home to a very cold house, but my own bed too!
