The chiringuitos (the pop-up bars and restaurants on the beach) are being dismantled: the sign that summer is truly over. We may get an unobstructed view of the sea again, but, that sea will gradually take on the appearance of a more northerly stretch of water rather than the twinkling blueness of the Med.
The sun however, continues to shine, though I have now taken to wearing a short jacket when I go for my early morning swim (defiantly un-zippered) but I do not need it (yet) for the return home. Day by day, the temperatures get lower, but not low enough for us to dispense with the fans that have been godsends through the hot summer months.
I dislike late autumn and winter because I feel more comfortable in t-shirts and shorts and I prefer the heat. I do not ‘fear’ the winter, as so many of my fellow citizens both here in Catalonia and Spain and in my home country of Wales and the UK.
Prices are rising steadily and in some cases radically and people must, in their own words and their own languages be echoing the truism of William Micawber, “Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen pounds nineteen and six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds nought and six, result misery.”
So many (all!) the politicians in Westminster are at least comfortable in their financial states (unless they have, like Mr Micawber been feckless beyond) and they can look forward to the coming months with something approaching complacency – at least as far as their own personal circumstances are concerned.
They have no conception of the true horror of having no money, or being in debt and having no realistic way of paying essential bills to keep themselves fed and warm.
This winter could see obscene numbers of people experiencing real ‘misery’, of seeing no way out of a situation that is financially impossible. And, at the same time seeing the number of millionaires and billionaires expanding exponentially as circumstances which are crippling middle and lower earners bring a sense of real desperation to the working of the body politic.
The last twelve years of vicious Tory mismanagement have seen a hollowing out of the functions of a caring state, with yawning gaps in essential provision failing to be filled by the charitable and voluntary sector. We have food banks saying that they are not only running out of food to give to those who are needy, but also they are going to find it difficult or impossible to continue their work with the ever escalating costs of power, let alone anything else.
The announcement of The Fiscal Event of the Tory government to be foisted on us on Friday, reminds me strongly of Putin’s cruelly euphemistic description of the bloody War in Ukraine (the largest war in Europe since the end of the Second World War) as a so-called "special military operation."
Semantics matter.
For Truss calling the mini or emergency or
timely or desperate budget, a "Fiscal Event" allows the government to do without an up-to-date
report from the Office for Budget Responsibility (a parliamentary committee
with a Conservative majority) which would have given an assessment of the
economic consequences of the proposals outlined in it. As apparently, the Fiscal Event is not a
budget, it allows her to escape scrutiny. Again.
Truss is developing something of a reputation for being what That Woman referred to as “frit” when it comes to putting herself forward to have her views examined. She evaded a full scale, in-depth interview during her interminable campaign to get the genteel knuckle dragging Tories of the South East to vote for her, and she seems to be following that obscurantist trait in her first days in Number 10. She has been a stalwart member of the "Hide & Silence" brigade and her disreputably repressive government seems eager to continue on its suppressive way, as far as possible out of the glare of any hostile scrutiny.
Truss, it cannot be emphasised too much, has a conflicted mandate. She has no mandate from the public and she was not selected by a majority of Tory MPs. If Johnson drew his cabinet from the dregs of what was left after he had purged the government of any ‘reasonable’ one-nation Conservatives, I struggle to find the word for the strained dregs that Truss used to form hers!
Look at the holders of the four great offices of state and weep!
