The Chancellor of the Exchequer and the Prime Minister and the Governor of the Bank of England sat up all night, we are told, devising a plan to save the British banking system. The Japanese stock market was having another very bad day even as they talked. And our own has started distinctly badly this morning, despite their best efforts. “Gentlemen in England now a-bed, shall think themselves quite lucky they are not here, because it’s going to be extremely scary.” – from the current Economist. Trouble is, there’s nowhere else to go. Stop the world, I want to get off.
My husband (seriously) thinks it might be a good idea to get some pound notes out of the bank – if they’re still handing them out, this morning – and stash them under the bed. I think it might be better to get plenty of ammo in, so that we can go to Strathardle and burn wood to keep warm and shoot sheep for food. Both plans equally useless, I suspect.
The Presidential election seems a side-issue by now. I heard some of the debate, not the parts about finance, and again, thought it banal.
More cheerful topics, including knitting
Mary Lou, you’ll have a grand time with “Put Out More Flags”. It’s Waugh’s happiest book. It was published in 1942, before El Alamein. It may well have been written even before Pearl Harbor. Those were dark days. It’s a profoundly patriotic book, but it still contains various elements which make me feel that it is vastly to the credit of the wartime censors that they let it through.
Cynthia, Gilbert and Sullivan was an Important Early Influence for me. My father had several of the operas in huge heavy albums of 12” breakable gramophone records, D’Oyly Carte recordings that must have been made in the 30’s. I wonder what happened to them?
And as for knitting, I’ve finished the slow movement at the beginning of Princess Centre Repeat No. 8.