My life's essentials . . . an introduction

What is essential in life? Not just desirable, but really essential. What would you miss a lot, if you couldn't have it?

I started thinking about this when I was in hospital earlier in the year. Not having eaten for days, I was desperate for a cup of tea. I realised that it was one of the things that made my life special.

When I have my life's essentials, most other things don't matter.

Family, friends and pets matter more above anything else. After them, establishing everything that is important in my life. Everything else is either a pleasant bonus or inessential.

Let's see what they are . . .

 

Who's to blame?

Pointing the finger is easy; it's identifying the right target that is more difficult. 

That's why the rush to blame bankers, not only for the financial crisis but pretty much everything else that's wrong with our economy and public finances, makes me feel uneasy. There's no denying that the banks appear to operate in a fantasy world with little relation to reality, but then the government's light-touch regulation let them get away with it. Consumers also happily bought into financial products that were very high risk. How many times I remember people talking about self-certification mortgages which bore no relation to their actual finances.

If the banks were wrong to develop risky products, no doubt identified by market research as what customers wanted, should consumers have been more careful in choosing them?

The culture of greed and something-for-nothing stretches beyond the world of banking. We wanted, or want, cheap everything. We moan about lost jobs, dying manufacturing, yet quibble over a few pence or pounds to buy something cheaper. This inevitably means manufacture in a country where employment conditions and wages would not be acceptable to us.

And house prices. How many delighted in accumulating wealth as the value of their properties rose to perviously unimaginable heights? Despite several years of being assured that the economy would have a 'soft landing', again I remember countless people expressing views that it was unsustainable and that a severe correction was likely: just ordinary people, not economists.

Perhaps responsibility for our situation is more widespread, but uncomfortable to admit.

I wonder what part I played. 

 

My life's essentials 1: Brown Betty

Last week the teapot lid broke, disrupting the smooth operation operation of this household.

Now we have a replacement, a traditional Brown Betty teapot, and tea making can resume as it should.

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Tea is one of my essentials: it starts and ends each day.

In August this year, when I was in hospital for an unexpected operation, I lay there dreaming of a cup of tea, as each time the trolley passed by my 'nil-by-mouth' bed. At last, I was given a hot mug and, afterwards, in my post-aneasthetic haze, I wrote:

"That first cup of tea. After five days. Scared of the heat. Waiting for it to reach the perfect temperature. First sip: warm, sweet, heaven. Sip after sip, seeping into me slowly, bringing me back to life. Each sip savoured for its restorative bliss. A connoisseur's cuppa, produced from industrial teabag, metal teapot and mixed with plastic bottled milk: a cup of tea I shall treasure for years."

After that, I'll never take a cup of tea for granted. 

Industry at Taunton Deane

While many humans stayed at home during the cold spell, I spotted these industrious characters at Taunton Deane services on the M5, no doubt touting for titbits.

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I'm no expert on birds, but I think they're rooks. Anyway, good luck to them. They can show us a thing or two about getting on with life in the cold.