Dave and History

Oh dear!  Dave has boobed again.  He does not seem to know about the history of the Kashmir question and on top of this he is apologising for all the terrible things we did in departing from our colonies.  This is almost like Tony Blair apologising for the Irish potato famine which was not his fault at all.  Were we responsible for the Black Death?  Of  course we were. If we had not sought to expand our trade we should have never imported those rats.

The collapse of the Eurozone comes closer.  Why is it taking such a long time? Only the pride of its proponents - politicians, journalists, economists, opinion formers etc.  Their stiffnecked stubborness will cost us all dear. Portugal pleads for money while the Greeks are gearing up to get another bite at what was from the start a Franco-German confection.
An anniversary and presents include a kindle for reading in bed and a pair of neat loudspeakers to plug in to my laptop and listen better to lovely Ludwig and early Satchmo.  I can't work either of them and so must wait for my lovely instructress to reveal all tomorrow.

At the moment I am like Keats waiting for Fanny, Shakespeare waiting for his "lovely boy", Alf  waiting for Maud, Marcel waiting for Albertine or Bertie waiting for Jeeves to shimmer in.

Shimmer, shimmer, shimmer, as my eyes grow dimmer;

Shimmer unto me.

I want money, I want leisure,

I want a cup of tea.

Shimmer, shimmer, shimmer; I shall get no slimmer,

But shimmer unto me.

Yet I want every kind of blessing,

And I want a cup of tea