Friday, January 02, 2009

A Tin of Tomatoes


So almost a year has passed since I wrote last. It has been a very busy year hence no time for updating you all on my irritable items, perhaps it is because the items have not been so irritable…who knows. Now when I am back in The Greatest Britain again my blood has started to boil. Firstly the year ended on a very good note, yours truly has become a Grandfather…I know at my age, one should not be a grandfather but hey…such is life and I LOVE IT…Our Grandson was born December 10th, in what could only be described a hospital ward sponsored by Robert Mugabe and his Zany FP party. I have never seen such poverty and squalor…and this was at The Royal Hospital in Gloucester…What has happened? I leave the country for a year and it all collapses? Where did all the dough go?



Well that was just the start of it, I told Mrs E that Miss E and GS E had to be removed from that place at once, and God only knows if GS E had stayed longer his first letters to learn would have been MRSA…



Due to GS E’s early arrival I missed the birth as I was on a ferry from Denmark to Harwich, Mrs E had done the only sensible thing and taken a flight…you see now I believe that we, like politicians should only travel separately…just in case…



So the day I arrived I had to go to one of the top four supermarkets and stock up on food, and it was at this food run I had my second chock…Do you know the price of tinned tomatoes in this country? Well I can tell you a year ago a tin would set me back 13p, if I was splashing out on a more well known brand, with the obvious result I got an extra tomato, I had to pay 33p…on this day in the supermarket to my horror a tin of the supermarkets own (one tomato less) brand the price had risen to 33p, resulting in the extra tomato brand costing a whopping 98p!!



The to fill the car up I had to pay more for the petrol per litre here that in the Kingdom of Sweden…what is that all about…so of course being hugely depressed I set off to find people lining the streets looking for soup kitchens…but no, not a Heinz sponsored Kitchen in sight the only queue I spotted was poor people behaving like crazed animals at Woolworths…the were even buying last years gardens gnomes for heavens sake…



So here we are, the start of a new year and in four days I will be back in the Kingdom…taking with me some fond memories of The Greatest Britain in 2009…like, no need for Pub signs anymore…just look for the smoking crowd outside…98p for a tin of tomatoes…-2C outside and fashion is shorts and T-shirts…well so many things I miss…

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