One thing this lockdown has taught us is to have more respect for people who do the unpopular but vital jobs which carry a social stigma in a world populated by a burgeoning middle class who would not get out of bed for the minimum wage.
I said that I miss the teams of hedgers and ditchers who have been replaced by one man with a tractor and a brutal slasher. Colonel Blimp said that his father once instructed him to make a note of the position of a road sweeper as they left for London one morning, then observe where the man was on their return later in the afternoon. Apparently, he was thirty feet down the road and - get this - leaning on his broom.
My parents were a bit like that. If I slacked at school my mother would ask me if I wanted to end up as a road-sweeper. It was supposed to scare me into productivity, but obviously never did.
Thelma has commented on the inexplicable 'deal' that Boris Johnson has struck with Australia which is going to be another nail in the coffin of small British farmers. I commented that I heard a Conservative minister this morning defending B.J.'s inept choice of countries to make trade deals with, and he asked a woman on the panel who SHE would like to trade with, given the choice. Her answer was so obvious that the Conservative didn't see it coming. "Europe, of course."
John has asked us who we would choose for a role-model. Most people could not think of one, Colonel Blimp cited his eldest son (can't wait for this year's round-robin) and Rachel admitted that she didn't even understand the concept of role-models. That settled it for me. I chose Rachel.
Britta has settled in at Bavaria and has already discovered a fleet of alien star ships on the local lake.
I may continue this later because I am being kicked off the machine to make way for Hungary versus France.
T.B.C. possibly with a picture at the top.