15th May 2022

 Now that our daughter’s safely back home in Maine, what does she regret not seeing on TV? Last night’s Eurovision!  As I watched it last night, my thoughts zoomed back to my earliest Eurovision memories. In 1956 we didn’t yet have a TV for the first event in Lugano where the winner out of just 7 countries was Switzerland. But I do remember wonderful past hosts like Katie Boyle, with her language skills. Back then, songs could only be sung in each nation’s native language, but this changed when everyone realised the advantage of singing in an internationally-known language. Hence, Abba’s Waterloo, sung in English. These days there’s something weirdly compelling about this annual zeitfest of ridiculous costumes and strobe lights, with hardly one good melody amongst them. And, last night, don’t even mention Spain’s pole-dancing costumes! But the political shenanigans going on between so-called independent panel selections are always predictable, even before the first note’s been sung. However, last night the political focus came even more to the fore. I got the feeling that douze points was already scribbled in for Ukraine before anyone had even heard the song. Well, was I in the Eden Bar here in Birmingham to watch and hear the nail-biting result? What do you think?

8th May 2022

 Our daughter is on a flying visit from the US for work, but fortunately she’s squeezed an extra weekend to come up to Birmingham to see us. First time in 3 years, so it’s wonderful to see her. But, as usual, Heathrow was a nightmare of long queues, waiting at electronic passport control before standing endlessly beside empty luggage carousels. Departures are even worse. Mile-long walks, shlepping heavy luggage.  Massive shops and restaurants. Covid tests and 3-hour queues at security control where overly-intrusive, prison-like officers search your person as if everyone’s a criminal. A total lack of respect for travellers’ dignity. Oh and beware that insidious hand-luggage belt where valuables often go missing from your bag whilst you’re busy putting on your shoes and belts the other side! Why do we put up with it all? Yes, there needs to be security, but to this extent? Other forms of international transport have nothing like it. In complete contrast, there’s a lovely little airport in Rodez, SW France. You drive right up to the one terminal building, park close and walk into the large reception space. No shops or other razzmatazz. You sit down and look up at the clear departure board then, when called, go through simple security/passport control, out onto the tarmac and onto the plane.   No steps or moving walkways. It’s a building, a runway and incoming and outgoing planes. It does what it says on the tin. Oh for the good old days.

1st May 2022

Is it time Westminster changes the way it effects government proceedings? The nation is constantly bombarded with news about the personal faux pas of its MPs. It’s a soap opera, each episode more salacious than the last. As each new revelation appears, news reports resemble the worst of the tabloid press. From inappropriate sexual advances of MPs to pornography, it never stops. Clearly, men are the same everywhere. I can think of no other country, though, where elected members are so constantly watched with zoom lenses, and their parliamentary discussions broadcast to the nation in every, fly-on-the-wall detail. I saw nothing like it in France. It’s then exacerbated by whichever Party is in opposition at the time.  Their whole existence is defined by finding, revealing, then promoting such findings about the government in order to push their own cause - that of winning the next election for themselves.  And our media colludes in all this, making us a laughing stock around the world. So, what to do? Stop broadcasting PM’s Question Time altogether, and conduct all government discussions in private. Any personal illegal misdemeanours by MPs should be dealt with, in private, by a disciplinary panel. The role of any government is to look outwards and devise laws to help its citizens, not to constantly look inwards at itself.

24th April 2022

 We’ve been finalising our long-awaited trip to the US to see our children. It’s been years since we last saw them. Zoom and Whatsapp are all very well but not the same. But why does everything have to be so difficult?  I’m still so tired from the lingering effects of Bell’s Palsy, so solving travel restrictions is like climbing a mountain. The US CDC entry rules still state that we must have a pre-departure Covid test within one day of travel but everyone interprets that differently. Because of past traffic delays, we like to stay overnight in an airport hotel. But if we take the test before we leave home, some say that’s more than one day even though the US site says that’s ok as it would still be within one calendar day!  Being a worrier I can’t risk being refused at check in, so I’m attempting to reserve a test at the airport the evening before. But some say the results take 24h! Hopefully a company there called Randox can give us a LF result in 60 minutes, but too soon yet to reserve the exact time and day I need, they say. And then there’s the 7 hour flight.  A holiday’s supposed to be pleasure and relaxation…

I’ll just have to visualise the idylls of our destination. Not too long now.


17th April 2022

I see that displaying the number of calories on restaurant and cafe menu items has now become law here.   I know what the French would say: c’est un catastrophe! And they’d be right.  Food to them isn’t just a commodity, it’s the foundation of life. The finer the ingredients, the better your health.  Putting poor quality food into your mouth is like asking Rolls Royce owners to fill up the tank with gas-oil used for heating.  French markets only sell vegetables and fruits in season, unlike shops here which sell foods like mushrooms and strawberries all year round. French restaurants provide the best ingredients, irrespective of calorie content, because flavour and quality are everything. The important thing is that, compared with the UK and the US, the plates are smaller! The new calorie policy here does no favours either to those with eating disorders because the focus becomes all about numbers. Calories don’t teach good nutrition, nor what’s in a balanced diet.  What’s needed is a healthy relationship with food. So, taste that butter, cream and cheese, and use olive oil in your cooking - but ditch those giant plates. A little bit of exquisite flavour from the finest, seasonal, natural ingredients, cooked on the hob, is far better than a mountain of tasteless, microwaved, processed food. 



10th April 2022

Volodymyr Zelenskyy was scathing this week when he addressed the UN Security Council. He reminded them that, since its formation in 1945, it guaranteed peace after the horrors of WWII.  And he should know, with his Jewish background. But what should the UN do when one of their own member countries is currently carrying out war against another? It’s a credibility test for the UN. Are they just a talking shop, with no actual action? Also, many are the complaints about international bias. Israelis say that a UN complement of 18 large Arab nations v just one tiny Israel means there’s a huge UN bias against them, given that so many Arab nations pledge destruction of their country. This is proven by the large number of UN accusations against Israel whilst far more serious international conflicts are either ignored or not dealt with by resolution. Today, the threat to world peace is greater than at any time since the end of the Cold War in 1989. Yet, the UN has done nothing to stop the war in Ukraine. So, with its inherent biases and inaction, what’s the point of the UN? As Zelenskyy says, the UN might as well shut up shop.

Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky addresses a UN Security Council meeting in New York, 4 April 2022IMAGE SOURCE, GETTY IMAGES
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3rd April 2022

When I wrote An Englishwoman in America (scroll down to the image on the right), I was struck by the strength of family connections. My late father sailed across the Atlantic to NY at the age of 16, before returning to England in the 1930’s Depression era. In 1922, his older sister Babette was sent to the US from the back-to-back houses of inner-city Birmingham in order to improve her chances. On arrival at Ellis Island, she told immigration officials that she was a lady’s maid. It clearly worked because she lived in Brooklyn until her death there at the age of 90. Today, we haven’t seen our children, each married to an American, for over three years. So, this week I’ve been arranging our trip to Maine in the summer. I’d forgotten how difficult all the procedures are, from finding a travel insurance firm dealing with the US who include those over 70 with pre-existing conditions, to completing the fiendish US ESTA form to gain entry. To be honest, following a recent illness I don’t have a lot of physical energy, and even trying to get my printer to talk to my Microsoft Surface S laptop is still proving impossible. Ah well, at least I won’t need to tell US immigration I’m a lady’s maid! But, above all, family is everything. So, if not now, when?