Strawberries

Another piece of tinkering from Dave and the Schoolboys.  This time they are going to make the taxpayer cough up for money owing on mortgages which should never have been granted in the first place.  We are asked to believe that this will kick start the economy.  They're all getting sillier and sillier so lets talk about strawberries which I really did think about last night.

What happened to allthose lovely wild stawberries which used to be so plentiful in the bistros on the Left  Bank in Paris shortly after the war when a huge helping of these small slightly bitter fruits could be afforded by even the poor English tourist trying to eke out his allowance of fifty pounds in sterling to spend abroad.  But that was in another country.  Now that France has more or less recovered from  the war (which war?  Some say she never recovered from Napoleon) they have become harder and harder to find.  And more expensive.  Those who picked them are probably picking grapes in Burgundy where the pickers arrive in expensive cars. The wild strawberies are left like damsons in England to "wither on the bough."  That doesn't sound right.  Oh yes, I remember it is nothing to do with fruit; it should go "The garlands wither on thy brow."
 But that was an altogether different quote about the evanescent fruits of victory.  "So boast no more thy mighty deeds/ Upon death's purple altar now/ See how the victim - victor bleeds...."  and so on. And so to sleep.