I’d given Uncle Audley a wide berth fearing he would be like a coiled spring over the Baroness Scotland case but when I called to see how he was he’d just read a piece about Harriet Harman that had re-stoked his boiler!
“You know where to find me, ….know where to find me, well I ask you is this the sort of behaviour we should expect from our Government ministers?”
“But it was in the Paper Uncle,” I said, “and they are not always accurate in their reporting” Big error on my part!
“Now look here this was The Times (Harriet Harman faces quiz over prang)not some red top rag. And it suggests that it was an accident caused whilst driving using a mobile. What an example. The woman has never been able to stick to the speed limit and now drives away from a car she has hit. It makes you wonder whether she would have stopped if no one had seen her? No doubt the book won’t be thrown at her by the Prime Minister just like the Baroness Scotland who I cannot fathom why remains in her post as our Attorney General.”
“Oh dear,” I thought, “now I’m for it!”
“Why someone in such high office would take into employment an illegal immigrant beggars belief. And what we don’t yet know is whether we as the tax payer have picked up the cost as part of an expenses claim? Granted she was fined the maximum sum of £5,000 but surely she and the Prime Minister have to accept that if you cannot set the right example and having failed so badly resignation is the only answer. What would happen if you acted for a large company with a decent sized board and the one responsible for employing the staff stepped out of line so badly. He would probably get the sack and the company would have to pay the fines. Am I wrong or have things changed so much from my day?”
I had to accept that Uncle was probably right – unless the Board had taken the risks together – but I kept that thought to myself for fear of another tirade.
“Unfortunately, it was the same with the Tories. The third term leads to all manner of misdemeanours and a failure to do the right thing. At least in May the Country decides – if we have the energy to vote for one or other of them when we get there!” and with a click he was gone. I hadn’t got as far as asking after his health but concluded that he was his normal self and therefore OK. Having dealt with my family duty I returned to the garden to prepare for the autumn.
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