- John Copeland -

September, 2022

Prime miniser

Prime Minister Mrs Truss who has managed to wreck the UK economy in a few days - a remarkable achievement. Don't you just love women in politics!

There is not a white face to be seen in the major appointments of the new Government".

BBC News, 7th September, explaining Mrs. Truss's Government here in Lax Britannica, its racial diversity indicating that we have become a truly multicultural society.


The new Chancellor who has been reprimanded by the IMF for his unwise mini budget. The Bank of England bailed him out in the short run by buying Government bonds.

I was a sad day for this country when another woman, Mrs. Truss, was appointed as Prime Minister in place of the loveable, lying Boris , the two previous female Prime Ministers both having to be deposed. The terrible Truss represents the most right-wing Government, virtually neo-fascist, this country has ever seen. Examples of her extraordinary policies that would have pleased Mussolini, were to be seen in the mini Budget on the 23rd, when the black Chancellor, whose name I can never remember, even if I can pronounce it - I therefore call him Kami Kazi which sounds appropriate as he is about to ruin the economy, presented what can only be called "Pie in the sky budget, essentially for the rich, an economy built on sand., apparently believing that removing the cap on bankers' salaries, reducing the 45% tax rate to 40%, massively benefiting the wealthy, reducing taxation for 31 million people amounting to 170 a year, will somehow lead to economic growth. There is a promise of further tax cuts next year, meaning further indebtedness,

What utter nonsense. Economic growth comes essentially from a sound manufacturing base, as seen in Germany and China, but we have to import most things, and even our service industries have declined substantially - hence the record trade deficit. Truss's policies are heading towards disaster, probably within 12 months. The real problem today is that there is conflict between the Bank of England that wants to lower inflation by imposing higher interest rates (the rate was raised by 0.5% to 2.25% on the 22nd), and the Chancellor who wants at any price to go for economic growth. It therefore becomes a nonsense when the interest rate is raised at a time of recession, putting economics on its head, making no kind of sense. It is all very worrying as the Bank has said that interest rate might have to rise to 5%. The stock market obviously did not think much of the Budget, going down a further massive 140 points on the day, while the pound tumbled in the currency markets, especially against the dollar. .

The latest figures government show that our debt is now 2.4 trillion - nearly as much as the value of all the goods and services produced in the UK in a year. The government borrows money by selling bonds.. Future generations wil be paying for our wanton profligacy. The problem with the Chancellor's budget is that it only concentrates on the demand side, hoping that lower taxes will promote growth, whereas they are more likely to further inflation. There is no accounting for the supply side showing on what we can base our economic growth. nothing about developing manufacturing or service industries. Not surprisingly, the collapses against the dollar, the currency market having no faith in the Chancellor's policies.

The IMF warned the Chancellor of his mistaken policies, along with the IFS. At the end of the month the was $$1.101, having lightly recovered at the end of the month,, the Bank of England saying it would do nothing about interest rates until its next meeting in November, by which time the will no doubt ne under further pressure. .Iit was a serious mistake to grant independence for the Bank, subsequently leading to endless conflict with the Treasury, as we are seeing now. However, the Government agreed to buy Government bonds on the 28th for the next few days in a hope that it will stabilise the markets. It remains to be seen,

Neverthe;ess. in an atempt to bail out the foolish Chancllor, the Bank bough Government bonds - gilts, which stablised the markets, at least for the time being.

According to the BBC News on the Internet there are no white faces among the top posts in the crony Truss Cabinet. This might seem surprising, but it is better not to make any comment for fear of being accused of racism, which I certainly do not suffer from. So many of the leading politicians have foreign sounding names - the aforesaid Chancellor Kwasi Karteng k, coloured or possibly off-white?; Quasi Kwartens; Suella Braremon; Noll Zahawi; Kemi Badebach; abd Ranil Jayawarden, almost as if they represent an African nation. Hardly any of them have any sound political experience., My parents would be turning in their grave if they knew about this composition, but theirs was a generation before the diversity of multiculturalism.

In this country we are often accused of racism, but what is not recognised is that there is even more trouble between races, as has been seen this month in Leicester, involving fierce clashes between racial groups in a city almost dominated by immigrants. They just do not get on together. In an already grossly overpopulated country the "Empire Windrush" should have been turned round in the interests of those on board, this not being the claimed land of milk and honey where they are neither welcomed nor accepted. .

Deputy PM and Health Secretary

The Deputy Prime minister and Health Secretary who looks just like the loveable granny in "Till Death Us Do Part".

Sadly Starmer, a very clever man - a Q.C. - is not forceful enough with the Truss woman, allowing her to get away without costing her crazy programmes, not that she has any idea herself about the cost . .Inflation went down slightly during the month - from 10.1% to 9.9%, but it is still far too high. According to the INS (Institute for Nebulous Statistics?) there is now full employment in the country, which is a complete nonsense, nearly every company having cut back on staffing, making it impossible to telephone them. Mrs. Copeland telephoned a firm to order an item on the 26th , receiving a recorded message crudely saying: "There is nobody around at the moment, please leave a message". If you leave a message asking a firm to call you back, they never do so.

There is the other consideration that nobody wants to work in this country, the working classes being bitter and angry with their frequent strikes, There are thousands of unfilled vacancies, nobody wanting to work here in Lax Britannica.. How on earth are we going to have economic growth? As the old saying has it: "Cheer up, the worst is yet to come." Meanwhile, the woman says she is going to make "unpopular decisions" - i.e. disastrous decisions.

Our electricity bill for the month with E-On came to 104.16, about normal, though it will probably treble in October. Our Waitrose weekly bill is around 170, having quite a lot of alcohol - 6 bottles of New Zealand white wine, a bottle of Laphhroaig for me, and 4 mini Proseccos for Mrs. C. Maybe I drink too much, but apart from my splendid and caring family, alcohol is one of my few remaining pleasures along with book reading. Maybe Waitrose is somewhat expensive, but it by far the most civilised supermarket that we can still afford. Sadly, though, it has not been so good lately, many items not available.

Mrs. Copeland has decided she would like to have television, whereas we have enjoyed the peace without a set for many years. A 24" set was duly delivered and installed on the 20th. I will watch "Newsnight" on BBC2, but I am not interested in anything else. The news on BBC1 is appalling, obviously aimed at a thick audience.


Last of the summer flowers in the garden

I read six books (five fully) during the month: finishing "The Underground Railway" by Colson Whitehead; The first 200 pages were excellent, graphically describing the horrors of slavery, unsuccessful runaways tied to a chair and burnt alive or suspended head down from a tree until dead. Terrible times. The book concentrates on a runaway slave Cora, who eventually gets captured by a brutal gang of slaver catchers, but instead of hearing what subsequently happens to her, the book returns to a chapter in an early life making no sense in the continued narrative. The book has been banned, Nazi-style, by third-rate universities in order that the violence should not upset the snowflake students. I had bought the book to include it in my library of 2,690 books.

The second book was a novel written by a woman, most novels being written by women these days, called "Haven" by Emma Me Donogue dealing with a monk who has a dream from God that he should set up with two other monks, one young and the other old, on a remote and uninhabited island to escape the ills and temptations of the world. The leader is referred to as "Father" to whom the other two must vow allegiance and obeisance. On reaching the required island, unpolluted and barren except for the massive bird life, Father orders prayers every hour or so, quoting the Bible all the time and firmly believing that God would save them from any disaster and distress, even ridiculously saying that "That those who love Christ he grants permission to suffer pain for his sake .Pain's a privilege, a gift, a grace." What utter nonsense, God being noticeably absent in the proceedings. , illustrating the make-believe rubbish of religion, all mysticism and magic and no reality. I can believe in some kind of Deity, but not a caring God, and I therefore never say prayers. I nevertheless enjoyed the book.

The third book was "The Lighthouse of Stalingrad - The hidden truth at the centre Of WW2 greatest battle" by Ian McGregor. It dragged a bit towards the end, but there is no doubt that the Russians, massively aided by the Americans and us for military equipment, put up a splendid resistance, especially with their world renowned T-34 tank. According to the author, the Russians manufactured 1,520 tanks (T-34) a month, whereas German only managed 600. Hitler made a dreadful mistake, having no understanding of modern warfare, in going south to the oil fields, rather than, as his general recommended, attacking Moscow first. The Germany army, earlier held up in Greece, were poorly equipped for the bitterly snowbound winter months. 64,224 civilians lost their lives in the siege of Stalin grad.

The fourth book was "Nazi Billionaires - The dark history of Germany's wealthy dynasties" by David de Jong. Porsche, who designed the "People's Car" for the Fuhrer (Volkswagen) employed thousands of imprisoned foreign workers under brutal and cruel conditions in his factories, the prisoners having frequent beatings by thuggish guards, deprived of food, and never allowed medical treatment. Men, women and young children were set to work for 12 hours a day, receiving the lash if they did not work hard enough. At the end of the war, the Americans allowed Porsche to go free, despite his war crimes, the argument being that the Americans wanted to have Germany on their side in the developing Cold War. Of the total of 12 million foreign workers employed, workers, 2.5 million died in horrible captivity.

The fifth book was "Russia - Revolution and Civil War" by Antony Beevor, whose earlier books I have greatly enjoyed. By all accounts Russia has been a terrible country all down the centuries, the peasantry suffering under the autocratic Tsar, and then faced with the brutal horrors and mistakes of Lenin and especially the murderous Stalin, undoubtedly the worst tyrant in history, far worse than Hitler. Unfortunately, I found the book very difficult to read on account of all the warring factions - The Czechs, The Russian Revolutionary group, The Left SR, Bolshevik, The Whites , Cheks, Germans, Cossacks, and the Community. The battles between the Reds and Whites went endlessly backwards and forwards, and by page 250 of the 502 pages I had lost all understanding, finding the endless details all too difficult to understand, so I gave up trying. A big disappointment As with so many books these days, it was far too long. ring back the typewriter!

The sixth book was "The Escape Artist - The man who broke out of Auschwitz to warn the West" by Jonathan Freedland At least I enjoyed the well written book, though it was grim reading about the unbelievable cruelty and sadism of the German guards giving regular beatings to prisoners, and murdering many by shooting and bludgeoning them to death - and then there were the terrible and unforgivable gas chambers. It was not a few guards, but hundreds of them, all of whom escaped punishment after the war, it seeming that the Germans, although a very cultured nation, were a cruel people. This is the main reason that I voted to leave that hateful European Union, no longer wanting to be dominated by the Germans, a bitter irony bearing in mind we won the war.

Finally, in lighter reading, I read a biography of Sir Ken Dodd - "Happiness and Laughter" by Louis Barle, a book that I enjoyed - a great comedian, the like of whom we will never see again. I liked his joke "What a lovely day to go up to the steps of the TUC and shout out 'work'. I saw him twice at the Lincoln Theatre, the non-stop t jokes starting at 7.30 p.m, with an interval of musicians, but we were not home until midnight. . As he said: "The Tories will be back by the time you get home". I treasure those memories, so different to the smutty rubbish seen on the idiot's lantern these days. Sir Ken left 2.7m to his wife Jane. A rather mean man who had no luxuries, no Rolls Royce..

At the end of the month I started reading "Command - The politics of military operations from Korea to Ukraine" by Lawrence Freedman. A long book that is going to take some time to read. I liked the comment in the first chapter about lions being led by donkeys in the First World War, quoting the psychologist Norman Dixon: : "Britain's regular failure in battle were the result of too many openings for upper class men with authoritarian , ant-intellectual personalities, inclined to recruit and promote like-minded individuals , all bound by tradition and incapable of adjusting as a situation demanded Others have noted forms of inflexibility that lead to failure, excessive caution , fixation with certain tactics, insisting that all is going to plan when the results are evidently poor , underestimating the enemy because of national or social stereo types." To be an officer you had to have been to a public school where the absurd catechism was that sport makes for leaders.

I would have read another book - "Convoys - The British struggle against Napoleonic Europe and America" by Roger Knight. A splendidly researched and scholarly book but oh so dull, one convoy after another being described in endless detail. I managed 20 pages of boredom and gave up. The book nevertheless had some splendid illustrations of sailing ships of the age, so many coming to grief in stormy weather, despite the often splendid seamanship.


Last of the summer roses i the garden

I won a 25 Premium Bond this month, having so far this year won 275 all in 25 prizes so far this year, 41 better than the top interest rate of a Building Society. Mrs. C. and I have between us a substantial holding over about 20 years, but have never won more than 100, making me wonder where all the big prizes go. I know many people who have Premium Prizes, one or two with the full 50,000 holding, but nobody has won a prize more than 100. All very odd. Still, they are a better investment than the top interest rate of any Building Society, so the Bonds are worth keeping

National Savings have devised complicated new security arrangements for their site, including Premium Bonds. I tried to invest a further 500 to my 23,950 holding, but found it quite impossible, so secure that even the holders cannot access the site. Fortunately I had some application forms, so I completed one of these and duly posted it, the transaction taking 8 days, not helped by the postal strikes, but at least it was a far better method, having made a copy of the form when sending off a cheque - and how I prefer cheques to making transaction on-line, cheques being the safest and most secure form of financial transactions. I pay the council tax, the milkman, and BT by cheques, having a record on the stub of the cheque book instead of having the bother of having to switch on the computer.

We listened to several Promenade concerts during the month - Mahler's 7th symphony played by the splendid Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, though I have never enjoyed this symphony as much as his other symphonies. On the 4th Shosakovich's 15th Symphony was scheduled to be played in the prospectus, but instead we had Bruckner's 4th Symphony which I enjoyed On the 4th we enjoyed a performance of Shosakovitch's 10th symphony,, and on t he following day there was Mahler's 1st symphony, another great work. The last night was cancelled on account of the Queen's demise.

I have several of Shosakovich's symphonies on CD, but not the 15th, so I ordered it from Amazon 13..57, being delivered the next day. A wonderful service. Indeed, I do not know what I would do without it, no longer needing to go into Lincoln to shop - not that it is much good shopping with the poor stock and often unfriendly assistants. During the month I spent 448 with Amazon. Splendid value , getting several pounds off books.

The chemotherapy on the 3rd and 30th went well, though afterwards I felt an unpleasant nausea and tiredness and for the following day. Each month, instead of seeing me face-to-face, those days being apparently over, my cancer consultant telephpnes me to ask how I am. The advance letter I receive says: "D,r ****** "or a member of their team", using "their" to avoid any sex identity. ,What a nonsense , and grammatically incorrect.

There was a power cut late evening on the 17th from 10.40 p.m. to midnight. Fortunately, we have some "Xtralite" devices that serve as night lights and come on when there is a power cut. As this is obviously a prelude to what will happen if there is a cold winter. I am therefore starting to prepare under "Operation Truss Zero", expecting everything to fall apart in the administration of that dreadful woman, ordering some more of the Xtralites and checking that the gas portable stove is in working, as well as ensuring we have a lantern available. Amazon as always, will provide. Interestingly, the splendid Mr. Bezos has slipped from second place to third in the league of the richest men in the world. Still, he should still have enough to get by with 150 billion.


The support for one of the two broken fingers in my left hand. I can bend them but not straighten them , the treastment having been unsuccessful, leaving me in a lot of pain.

On the 15th I had an appointment at the Occupational Therapy Clinic regarding the two broken, bent fingers on my left hand, being given a new splint that I had to wear at night, doing some regular exercises during the day, not that they so far have done any good. The Fracture Clinic said they could straighten the fingers, but I might not be able to bend them, so I would be no better off. I fear that I will have to live with the discomfort and pain, and it is often very painful. The Fracture Clinic also told me that I could not have an operation as this might upset the progress of my chemotherapy. The same rule applied to having a knee replacement for my painful arthritis

One way and another I have pain all the time, except in bed, making me thankful that I have not got much longer. At the Clinic Mrs. C. had parked in a disabled parking place nearby using my blue Badge, but the treatment took over an hour because of complications, and she subsequently received a parking fine of 70. We sent a letter to "Parkingeye" explaining the considerations, but I fear it will be to no avail, I will therefore have to pay the 42 , reduced from 70, if paid within 14 days. All very unfortunate., but when money is involved there is unlikely to be any leniency..

We had several days of much needed rain during the month. Our lawn, which had turned a bright brown in the drought, quickly recovered. You can sprinkle it with tap water to no effect, yet some rain makes a rapid recovery. Now I face having to clear up all the fallen leaves, there having been an early fall last month, the trees having become muddled up with the weird, drought weather.

Not many social engagements during the month. A couple came to see me on the 21st while Mrs. C was out with the village's Ladies Luncheon Club, and on the 22nd a friend, a former rocket scientist, came to collect me to have lunch at Woodcosks, the local pub/restaurant. Our two daughters, Caroline and Kate, came to see us and help us on various occasions during the month, along with granddaughter Chloe and her two young children, making me so glad we have a family whom we see regularly see as they all live nearby, 12 miles at the most with Chloe.


Great granddaughter Holly dancing with a boy friend at the recent wedding of Chloe and Chris

On account of the raging and unchecked inflation we are having to make various economies if we are going to abide by Mr. Micawber's financial advice. "'Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen pounds nineteen and six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds nought and six, result misery". We have decided no longer going to a restaurant or pub for meals,, whereas earlier we used to go out ever Friday at about a cost of 45 a week, probably 50 now with the galloping inflation. So the meal savings alone will save 180 a month. I find it a great help having cancelled my credit card that encouraged bad housekeeping. Milk, which we have delivered twice a week, amounting to 40 pints, the proper full cream milk for me, and semi-skimmed, all the goodness taken out of the milk, for Mrs. C.. And so the galloping inflation races on.

I found it quite sickening and unpleasant that the ghastly "Guardian", Britain's answer to Pravda, anti-monarchy, ant-grammar schools, anti anything to do with enterprise and excellence, had a surly and spiteful headline on the 15th , condemning King Charles as a billionaire while thousands were suffering in poverty. Apparently the horrible paper has to rely on donations from its readers to keep going. It is the price we pay for an irresponsible free press..

I was amazed that there was a queue 5 miles long to walk past the Queen's coffin, people waiting 36 hours or more, on some days in pouring rain. Such dedication and respect, showing that the monarchy, despite being so outdated, is as popular as ever in this country. I am not against the monarchy, merely regarding it as an irrelevant and expensive, outdated institution, Although well liked by the younger generation I thoroughly dislike the lazy William, and the Kate Middleston with her clip-on smile. I continue to believe that Kate is the instigator of much of the feuding among the Royal siblings .I just hope I am not here when they come to the throne.
Mrs. Copeland watched the funeral on Monday 19th at a neighbour's house, but I stayed at home, finding the funeral all very depressing though splendidly undertaken, as all pageantry occasions are well done in this country. During the past few days there have been those morons who want to abolish the monarchy, holding up offensive placards. Most of them are arrested by the police for public disorder.. They ought to be whipped to knock some sense into them. It could be argued that the Queen's death marks the end of England and Englishness.

We are now, for better or worse, a multicultural society, some of our cities dominated by immigrants who continue to arrive, 25,000 or more arriving across the English Channel. The country I grew up in, with its values and beliefs, has long since gone. At least I have the immense consolation that I lived in the best of times, when our children were well educated when we lived within our means, when we had good pensions, when the country was flourishing, and marriages were for life. How different it is now, so brazen, so bankrupt, so disordered, so ill mannered and uncouth, everything so complicated, nobody wanting to work.
We had several scams during he month, including a telephone call at 7.45 a.m. on two occasions, the woman with an Indian-sounding voice purporting to come from Amazon, saying that two large scams, one 1,200, had been debited to my account. . As always I ignored it, Never ever have anything to do with them, all of them having false telephone numbers.


The avenue of oaks in mid-September. The brown leaves are from a chestnut t tree that always turns brown in the Autumn, subsequently recovering the next year

One demented American woman professor totally round the bend, sourly and unnecessarily and spitefully tweeted that she welcomed the death of a Queen ruling over a corrupt, rapacious and brutal empire. She hoped that the Queen had an excoriating painful death. Jeff Bezos, joining in the argument, wisely saying that it was best to stay silent with such hatefully biased people, obviously knowing that their extreme bitterness has lost any reasoned debate.

It could be argued that, for all its repression, the Empire brought law and order around the world, a far cry from some of the present African countries who gained their independence, henceforth living in financial misery and political corruption. It is frightening that a female professor supposedly educating young minds, could be so utterly ignorant, our Queen hardly to be blamed for and alleged ills of Empire. The crazy woman should be sacked immediately, having no understanding of history. She probably pulls down statutes of former slavers in her stupidity.. Fortunately, her silly and spiteful, distorted comments were rightly withdrawn from Twitter

I listened on the radio to King Charles III giving an excellent speech, really commendable, cheering crowds welcoming him as he went in to Buckingham Palace - by the wrong entrance. It is going to be interesting to see how he will manage as a constitutional monarch, no longer able to tackle his ministers with his "black spider" written advice, as he has done as Prince of Wales. As a constitutional monarch he can advise, warn and encourage, but not interfere with Government policy. He is, of course, going to find it impossible to deal with that headstrong Prime Minister, the Terrible Truss, but I don't suppose he will be too upset about that, only having to contend with her once a week. probably making the unwelcome visit as short as possible. As head of state most of his duties are making the boring social round: "And what do you do for a living?"

We have recently had a barking dog nearby, making an awful noise, the dread of any householder, apparently owned by a new near neighbour, . How I loathe those horribly dirty and dangerous animals. I just cannot understand how anybody would want to have a dog, except possibly for security when they bite people, , including the postman when he is not on strike.


The Tey River in Scotland. Granddaughter Chloe and her husband Chris visited Scotland for their honeymoon.

Mrs. Copeland's Seat Ibiza car has never been very good from new two years' ago. The hand- brake will not hold the car on a steep hill; the brakes are far too sharp, dangerously so; and on starting, having to put the clutch right down, the car from cold it lurches uncontrollably 6 feet or more forward, quite frightening. We took it back to the main agents in Lincoln, but they said it was perfectly all right, Seat cars apparently behaving in that appalling manner, Belatedly, we had the car looked at by the excellent engineer who used to service my Scorpio car - a truly splendid fellow,, but he could not make any adjustments, telling us that these were the faults of "a pig of a car". Alas, a bad buy, but we are stuck with it our age, not worth the enormous expense of changing it.. I just wish we had bought an automatic car, but Mrs. C. did not want one, so that was that.

Although road repairs are to be welcomed in Lincoln, the roads being in an appalling state, among the worst in the country, the length of time taken by the County Council's Highways Department for repairs is a disgrace. From the 2nd October, to the rest of the month, the road leading to the County Hospital is to be closed,, whereas in Germany or America the works would be completed within less than a fortnight. Here, in Lax Britannica, the workmen do not exactly work hard, finishing about 4.40 p.m. each day, Monday to Friday, and there is no working overnight as there should be The long detour as a result of the closure will make a longer detour journey for ambulances, for whom time matters.. An utter disgrace, as is the entire County Council that gives every appearance of working for the officers and the councillors rather than for the benefit of the hard-pressed council taxpayers.

Our local Club,, now fortunately financially flourishing with the new wealthy newcomers who have come to the village, most of them in trade, not that there is anything wrong with that, especially as they are the backbone of the country, but they are much younger than I am and have very different views and approaches to life. The Club is having an Harvest Festival next month with "Yummy meat pie, mash , peas and gravy," hardly anyting produced locally as in the past, I saved 12.50 by not going, but Mrs. C is going with two female neighbours.

Mrs. Copeland had enormous problems in unwisely upgrading her mobile telephone during the month, having immense trouble setting it up, having to seek the help of our two daughters before it was eventually working and at the end of the month. I will certainly not be upgrading my mobile that I seldom use, mainly for telephone calls. As Voltaire said: "Be content with things that work moderately well." Upgrading always means a deterioration, On my computer I never agree to the new set-ups that are always worse, avoiding them like the plague and a female politician. .

It has been so good to see the Ukrainians winning against the hopeless Russians. The danger is that the totally mad Putin may resort to extreme measures in losing the invasion. Yet again, the Russian army that was hopeless during the Second World War, only beating the Germans on account of massive American aid with overwhelming numbers and the bitterly cold weather, for which the Germany army was poorly equipped. Hitler had not the slightest concept of modern warfare, disregarding his generals to go for Moscow. Instead he went south for the oil.


The "Dataday" page to a apage diary that I have bought from the firm in Canvey Island for about the last 30 years, but the edition is no longer available, so I had to buy a Colins page a day from Amazon.\\the paper quality is not as good, unable to take a fountain pen.

For at least 20 years I have been purchasing a page-a-day A4 diary, always completing the page each day as the above photograph shows, from "Dataday" based in Canvey Island, Alas, on telephoning them on the 22nd to order a diary for 2023, I was amazingly told that the diary had been discontinued. I just could not believe it, and rang again on the following day, only for it to be confirmed, being told that the A4 page a day diaries were no longer popular, people preferring the much shorter a page to a week. Fortunately, Amazon as always came to the rescue and I was able to buy a Collins day-a-page 2023 diary at half the cost, though the paper is not of the same duality, meaning I will have to use a ball-point pen instead of the usual fountain pen I have used in the past. Progress! Sadly, few people nowadays keep diaries, and as they text rather than writing letters, future historians will find it difficult to gain enough material. . +0 years I have been buying a page-a-day A4 diary from
Each year we employ an excellent firm of gardeners who cutback/ptune all manner of hedges, shrubs, involving a lot of work. The fellow, Sam, arrived this morning with his 17-year-old daughter, labelled as a "raker". The charge was 540. It is certainly good to employ a professional who knows what he is doing, worth the expense..

With life in our old age becoming increasingly difficult, having to rely more and more on the help of our two daughters and granddaughter and son-in-law Phil, we are thinking the day is not so very far away when we either have to move or go into a home, either prospect being grim. To add to our woes ("one woe doth tread upon another's heel", says Shakespeare) Mrs. C has badly sprained her back while doing some housework, still in a great deal of pain at the end of the month, while my arthritis is steadily worsening and my two broken fingers remain painful, the treatment at the Community Therapy Clinic doing no good at all.

I find it difficult not to be depressed, our lives being so empty as if we are in God's waiting room, a hopeless and helpless couple. At least I am not in hospital having to contend with noisy fellow patients bellowing into their mobile telephones, or in a home being ripped off and knocked about, I have my wife, my family, my books and wine, possibly too much wine with a bottle of white wine a day, but what the hell I am now past any recovery.. As the old saying has it, "cheer up, the worst is yet to come, certainly with this toy-town Government that has not a clue what it is doing.

Meanwhile we are in for a winter of discontent and decline, strikes galore, inflation rampant, rising unemployment, in deep and lasting recession, power cuts with prices that are not affordable, social misery, conditions the like of which we have never seen before as Truss the Terrible flounders, totally out of her depth. I never thought my old age would see my painful decline, along with my once loved country falling totally apart, soon to become a Third World country, possibly within 6 years, the clowns we now have in office hopefully lasting no more than a year, not having a clue what they are doing. Come back Boris, all is forgiven..


The Holy Monastery Simonopetra

The monks built their monasteries high up on a mountain, far away from the tempations of women. I sometime think I would like to have been a monk, far away from what is known as civilisation today. But although I believe in a God, I do not believe in a caring God or prayer, so I would probably not qualify for admission.

E-Mail: johncopeland@clara.net
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Lincolnshire 30th September 2022


I have had immense difficuolty in preparing the diary that I have written since 1996, initially as a weekly disry, but as I becme older I switched to a monthly format as now, never having missed an edition in all those years. Now, however, at the age of 88 years I am finding it more and more difficut to compil, and I fear its days are numered - "To all things there is a season..." The answer may be to make the diary far shorter, with just a few photographs, which I will try out next month

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