My comments yesterday about Rioja-That-Isn't-Pricey-Enough-To-Be-Rioja made me realise something that is affecting my at-home intake at the moment - Philippa seems to be shopping more often at the 'cut-price' establishments. I don't know why. I know prices are going through the roof quicker than a clumsy chimney sweep, but we both earn decent money and we don't have expensive hobbies. Plus, by fair means or foul, I still have my staff discount card from my work for a particular supermarket chain. I may have left over a year ago, but I can still get a hefty percentage off a grocery shop so I don't see why we're buying the cheap shit. Maybe she's believing all the scaremongering that is saying we're going to be paying £99 for a pint of milk by Christmas and is trying to act accordingly. I'm not going to revisit my old topic about the British public being controlled by the British media, and that being done through fear, but I would point out that 'the cost of living crisis' only started after it was obvious that Ukraine wasn't about to explode into a mushroom-shaped subsection of Russia, and that those 'imminent nuclear threat' headlines only started after Covid numbers started plummeting and people started feeling good about the future for the first time in two years.
See - you've got me talking about it now, and I'm instantly feeling shitty. So, to paraphrase my views - ignore the news, shop sensibly, love the ones you're with, and you'll find your levels of panic and pessimism subsiding further with each passing hour.
RC 21-5-22
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