Trafalgar Square, London
A week ago the United Kingdom was full of hope and politics. Now, after the general election result, the politics goes on but there’s one big question: how do we get out of this?
We knew there would be a muddle, but I don’t think we ever imagined it would be quite so complicated.
The United Kingdom is on its way … but where to? The future looks complicated, and the present is far more serious than we would like it to be.
Apologies for the delay in this post – too much Christmas is a very good thing.
Angela Figgis believed that “The family that eats together stays together”. She made a big deal of this – and, at 6.30 every night, the five Figgises sat and ate: a good helping of meat, or pasta, or fish, or whatever. Nothing fancy. Nothing rubbish. Occasional puddings. All calories counted and five portions of fruit or veg a day. Plus walking to school, rain or shine. They would thank her for it one day.
Figgis meals involved more than just eating. They were an occasion for being ‘together’: for family bonding, sharing news, giving guidance, forming young minds. And forming three teenage minds – girl, boy, girl – was no small job.
She looked at Boswell twiddling spaghetti on to his fork. Here was a mind so unformed that it was frightening. He spent much of this time in a ‘wool-gathering’ dream and the result was a mind like a badly-knit jumper – with the tension all over the place and likely to unravel at any moment.