So a quick change of scene.
We move from the Costa del Sol to the Costa del Solway.
But, Hey! Plus ca Change.
Somethings don't change. Foodbanks for example. Big in Spain and pretty big in Cumbria.
Will the Prime Minister acknowledge this when he seeks re-election in a couple of years.
So what did you do for us? We will ask, but what will he reply?
Well apart from exonerating Bankers and blaming Labour I brought Food Banks back.
Briefly our hearts wills stop, food banks, are they places where you deposit two loaves, some cheese and some ham and when you come to withdraw your food 'investment' you are offered a ham melt baguette with french fries and a little side salad?
I don't suppose Messrs Cameron and Clegg will actually have visited a food bank, so someone will have to remind them,they are places where poor folk who can't afford to buy food in shops go to be given a couple of tins of tomato and some spaghetti to make a healthy vegetarian lasagna with imaginary meat, which some folk might think is better than the real meat they put in lasagna these days, unless of course they are so hungry that they could 'eat a horse' in which case of course they might wish that the food bank had a supply of supermarket spaghetti, lasagna or burgers.
Of course alongside food banks we have seen the welfare system improved.
So improved in fact that for some folk, asylum seekers, some of the very poorest in the world and some whose lives are in real and imminent danger if they return to whence they came, the con-dems have introduced the farewell system.
So there you go!
Unsafe in your own country you escape, perhaps leaving your family, certainly leaving your assets and you seek refuge in a country famous for its generosity and tolerance, maybe even a country which once ruled or possibly even invented your country.
After a week or two of being abused, reading alarmist reports about how you threaten the moral fibre and future of the country you have fled to for safety, you are awakened at four in the morning by armed police, driven to an airport, put on an aeroplane and returned to the nexus of dangers from which you fled.
Fair makes you proud to be British with its tradition of fairplay and blind justice.
We were just visitors on the Costa del Sol.
Temporary ex Pats, as the British abroad are known, and we were loaded onto an easyjet and sold wine and Croque Monsieur, although there was a nasty heart stopping moment when the indoor critics passport was demanded by a barely civil guardia civil who then came back and screened the wheelchair for what we had no idea, but I imagine he did even if judging by the look of disappointment as he handed the passport back, he had not found what he was looking for.
He obviously loved the smell of napalm in the morning.
So we were released into the comparative safety of Duty Free where the Gin was dearer than it had been in our local Spanish supermarket.
And when we landed it became clear that the Government had done nothing about the weather and as we waited for our lift we had a cup of tea at Greggs and reminisced about the pasty tax.
Maybe the Prime Minister will boast about his record with regard to domestic heating?
Vote Blue turn Green? Or was it vote blue turn blue because you won't be able to afford to heat your house?
That of course is a major difference as we adjust to the change in temperature between the Costa del Sol and the Costa del Solway. Our walk round the local beauty spot of Talkin Tarn with the sun reflecting brilliantly on the frozen surface of the Tarn was quite lovely, made me look forward to my evening G&T with the ice sparkling in the glass as the bubble rise, but at least it won't be so warm in the house as to melt the ice before I have finished my aperitif.
It is essential that the full record of this increasingly inept administration is maintained and published so that when they ask for our votes we can say, we'd rather put our money on the first loser in the Grand National becoming a lasagna before the race is over.
We move from the Costa del Sol to the Costa del Solway.
But, Hey! Plus ca Change.
Somethings don't change. Foodbanks for example. Big in Spain and pretty big in Cumbria.
Will the Prime Minister acknowledge this when he seeks re-election in a couple of years.
So what did you do for us? We will ask, but what will he reply?
Well apart from exonerating Bankers and blaming Labour I brought Food Banks back.
Briefly our hearts wills stop, food banks, are they places where you deposit two loaves, some cheese and some ham and when you come to withdraw your food 'investment' you are offered a ham melt baguette with french fries and a little side salad?
I don't suppose Messrs Cameron and Clegg will actually have visited a food bank, so someone will have to remind them,they are places where poor folk who can't afford to buy food in shops go to be given a couple of tins of tomato and some spaghetti to make a healthy vegetarian lasagna with imaginary meat, which some folk might think is better than the real meat they put in lasagna these days, unless of course they are so hungry that they could 'eat a horse' in which case of course they might wish that the food bank had a supply of supermarket spaghetti, lasagna or burgers.
Of course alongside food banks we have seen the welfare system improved.
So improved in fact that for some folk, asylum seekers, some of the very poorest in the world and some whose lives are in real and imminent danger if they return to whence they came, the con-dems have introduced the farewell system.
So there you go!
Unsafe in your own country you escape, perhaps leaving your family, certainly leaving your assets and you seek refuge in a country famous for its generosity and tolerance, maybe even a country which once ruled or possibly even invented your country.
After a week or two of being abused, reading alarmist reports about how you threaten the moral fibre and future of the country you have fled to for safety, you are awakened at four in the morning by armed police, driven to an airport, put on an aeroplane and returned to the nexus of dangers from which you fled.
Fair makes you proud to be British with its tradition of fairplay and blind justice.
We were just visitors on the Costa del Sol.
Temporary ex Pats, as the British abroad are known, and we were loaded onto an easyjet and sold wine and Croque Monsieur, although there was a nasty heart stopping moment when the indoor critics passport was demanded by a barely civil guardia civil who then came back and screened the wheelchair for what we had no idea, but I imagine he did even if judging by the look of disappointment as he handed the passport back, he had not found what he was looking for.
He obviously loved the smell of napalm in the morning.
So we were released into the comparative safety of Duty Free where the Gin was dearer than it had been in our local Spanish supermarket.
And when we landed it became clear that the Government had done nothing about the weather and as we waited for our lift we had a cup of tea at Greggs and reminisced about the pasty tax.
Maybe the Prime Minister will boast about his record with regard to domestic heating?
Vote Blue turn Green? Or was it vote blue turn blue because you won't be able to afford to heat your house?
That of course is a major difference as we adjust to the change in temperature between the Costa del Sol and the Costa del Solway. Our walk round the local beauty spot of Talkin Tarn with the sun reflecting brilliantly on the frozen surface of the Tarn was quite lovely, made me look forward to my evening G&T with the ice sparkling in the glass as the bubble rise, but at least it won't be so warm in the house as to melt the ice before I have finished my aperitif.
It is essential that the full record of this increasingly inept administration is maintained and published so that when they ask for our votes we can say, we'd rather put our money on the first loser in the Grand National becoming a lasagna before the race is over.
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