Yesterday, though I did not notice, the multi-millionaire man Hunt, known by some as a famous mispronunciation, announced proudly a Budget for the rich. As always with Budgets I ignore them on the day and await the other side revealing what has actually been announced. So it is today. The right-wing media speak of 'growth,' while the 'other side,' not always one party, speak of tax cuts for Hunt's rich friends, like himself, and nothing for the rest. It may, they say, be a Budget ready to be fixed just in time for the next election. Whatever, prices will continue to rise, Brexit will continue to harm the nation, the Cabinet millionaires will continue to gain in wealth, wherever it is hidden, and you and me will get little or nothing from the Budget. Less than two years for this bunch of gangsters to line their pockets, how much more can they get?
I was interested in the idea of forcing over 50s back to work. Clearly, a millionaire sitting in a warm office surrounded by well paid lackeys might consider this a good idea. A man who has dug up roads, fixed railway lines, shoved post through your door, or a woman who has walked miles around a hospital, taught kids, or taken you cash at a checkout may all feel that this is once again the Masters telling the Serfs what to do. As a serf I know what I would tell these Masters what they can do, and indeed I may help them to do it! I hope the nation responds accordingly.
So I filled the kettle, I placed it on the power, and went back to playing Solitaire work. It was several minutes later when I realised I had once again forgotten to press down the 'On' switch! This has now become commonplace in here. Also common is the heating the water, filling the mug, sitting down and, several minutes later, wondering why my tea is still standing over there!
This morning the milk turned sour as I put water (which I had remembered to boil) into the mug. Thus, much against my tired body's wishes, I trudged up to the shop. Milk, bread, and with the aid of two vouchers 'Wooster Sauce (home brand) and Organic Oats! As I left the shop I remembered I had forgotten to take the vouchers out of my pocket and use them as I paid! The thought had crossed my mind as I placed things in the bag but I still forgot. Much of this past few weeks has seen me sitting here trying to remember things I must do. Every so often the cloud clears to allow me to return emails, send off information, contact family, or...what was it again?
I have become used to switching screens on the laptop before hesitating while attempting to remember why I did so. I am also used to walking through the room and asking, "Why am I here?"
It is common to go through there and do something only to return having not done the actual thing I went through for!
I have trouble remembering names, though this has always been in this family a bit of a problem. Age has made this worse and much time is spent staring at a mental image of a face wondering what the name is. Forgetting appears to have become a full time lifestyle these days, and I would go into this fascinating subject but I have forgotten all the other instances of forgetting. And forgetting to remember the things you forgot is a sign of forgetting professionalism, don't you think...?
