Was watching the news on Thursday evening just after interest rates were raised yet again. The programme cut to some random old person in a pub celebrating the rise as in his words he had "squirrelled some money away over the years" and had savings that were now going to earn more interest for him.
He had a holier than though I'm alright Jack kind of outlook on life that annoyed me. All over the country young people are struggling with inflation and the cost of living. They continually see their rent or mortgages rise and get desperate thinking about how they can possibly continue to meet the payments.
So I'm not impressed with the jackass in the pub celebrating a rate rise. I'm down with the kids.
I do remember in the early days of having a mortgage when the rates soared into double figures. Can't remember the effect it had on us though which seems strange. I do remember not having much spare cash though. My boss used to send us to Saturday night events if they had a meal included.
I think all this pressure on young people can affect productivity. After all if you are working hard just to make ends meet and just to live, it must dampen your spirits and make it much harder to do a job than if you have enough spare cash to at least enjoy a social life. Not sure if that makes sense.
As for inflation. Well that really makes me spit feathers. We are told that the rate rises should help contain inflation as people have less money to spend. We are expected to celebrate when the rate of inflation slows down. I would only celebrate if it reached zero or prices dropped and the chances of that happening are well zero.
I hate the way the men in grey suits (subsequently to be described as Migs and of course equally they could be women or Wigs who may get things wrong and there will be hell toupee. See what I did with a little word play - wigs and toupee) speak in a highly condescending way, sitting on fat salaries that make higher mortgages and the cost of living an irrelevance to them.
The thing I like about writing these blogs is how they can veer from one day being light- hearted and I hope amusing to other days when they are serious. There is absolutely nothing amusing with what is happening in our country at the present time. We leave that to America which is becoming absolutely hilarious.
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Winters coming. I know this because we are at the point where the summer sport of cricket and the winter sport of football collide.
Nights are closing in and storms are brewing.
Yesterday saw our return to Carrow Road for Norwich's first match of the season. I would rather not have been there and that was no comment on the football. It hammered down with rain and, sitting on the front row, we got soaked and it was thoroughly unpleasant. I just wanted the game to end so we could get home and dry out. There was a huge amount of irony in the fact that the first home game last year was played in extreme heat. This year we went and stood under the grandstand to get out of the wet, last season we did it to get out of the sun.
This time I came home looking like a wet lettuce. Apparently summer is returning next week. It's about time.