What a busy week it's been so far, though sadly not in the Blogging department! I really must catch up with myself.
Monday, and the news was that Golden Brown was urging people to economise and not throw food away!! Well now, can any of us see Sarah examining the yogurts for sell-by dates, or using up yesterdays left-overs? Somehow, I don't think so. I found it insulting that he should think this is OK. How much do they have to live on per year? Would they care to live on the pension I live on? Golden is seriously deluded if he thinks that "bon mots" such as this will make him more popular. The other piece of "news" on Monday was that Musicals are the most successful theatre productions right now. They had their most successful year in 2007. This should come as no surprise to those of us who grew up after the War, and had parents who lived through the Depression. Remember the Thirties (well, you probably don't) when those fabulous Musicals distracted attention from the general gloom and doom. Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, Busby Barclay et al. These were extravaganzas which transported the audience far from reality to a fantasy world of love, gorgeous costumes, dancing on air and improbable story lines. "Singing in the Rain" and "On the Town" were perfect examples. Who wanted to know about the real world? It didn't matter that they were pure fantasy and unlikely to ever happen. "Mamma Mia", "Grease" and "Billy Elliott" are filling those shoes right now, and doing a very good job of it. Who wants to be worrying about credit cards and mortgage repayments when they can be singing along with Abba and Meryl Streep?
On Tuesday I had arranged to meet up with Sister at Ikea - not everyone's cup of tea, but I was looking forward to it. I waited in the coffee shop for about an hour because she was held up on the motorway, passing the time with a really good coffee and a sublime almond pastry. Then we walked around and wished for an empty space to fill. There were great bargains to be had, and we have no spare space to fill. So I bought replacement wine glasses for Daughter, a Door Mat for my BBF, who's working so hard that visits to Ikea are a thing of the past, and not much else. Never mind.
Wednesday was sheeting with rain, non-stop, from morning to night. I had suggested that Sister should bring her swimming cosie because the weather had been glorious at the weekend! (I spent a hot, action-packed day at the Paddling Pool with Grandson on Saturday). Ho, Ho, Ho! The weather closed in and we were soaked through several times when we went on an antique and junk hunt around Brighton. We were quite pleased to get back indoors, after a foray to Waitrose, and settle down with some yummy food. We devoured vegetable crisps and lovely Provencal olives, with Pimms, followed by River Trout fillets, baby new potatoes and petit pois. After that we were too stuffed to eat our dessert. (Probably just as well.) Instead we soaked our feet and watched a wonderful TV programme about Abba and "Mamma Mia" (the stage show and the film). Great. I'm refusing to be depressed about the Credit Crunch and the forbodings that are permeating all aspects of life at the moment. I'm going to the Movies..