Too little, too late, Mr Cameron?

Posted on: 01 March 2010 by Gareth Hargreaves

David Cameron was preaching to the converted at the Conservative Party Conference, but once again the Tory leader has left voters in doubt that he has the policies and invention to reinvigorate the UK economy.

So what did you think of Cameron's speech at the Conservative Party conference in Brighton on Sunday? I was underwhelmed and the newspapers have already labelled it a 'lacklustre, tick-box speech'. It might not have been too bad for the party faithful but it didn’t answer many of the questions I have. Such as:

What are you going to do, by when and how much is it going to save?

What are your plans for the reduction of debt and the re-energising of the economy and business?

Cutting Corporation tax is part of the answer but more will be needed. Education and health – big topics for everyone, but we got no clear answers. It may be that he is ‘keeping his powder dry’ but that’s no good if the match has burnt out!

Come on David and George – give us some answers and you have got a good chance of getting support. If the current performance is continued you will lose the election and you will have no one to blame but yourselves!

Childhood memories!

I must be getting old – I’m becoming all nostalgic! Talking to a friend of mine over the weekend we were comparing our oldest childhood memories. Probing the deeper recesses of my memory I got back to when I was no more than three years old.

My grandmother lived at a house called Park Farm on the estate of Lord Dashwood at West Wycombe (my grandfather had worked on the estate prior to his retirement). Made from flint rocks and boulders the house had no mains water, electricity or gas. Water was pumped up from a stream running under the house. Electricity for the radio came from a wet cell battery and cooking was done on a range grate (polished weekly with black lead ‘blacking’).

The house was big – it needed to be she had brought up eleven children in it over the 50 years they lived there. Every Sunday all the children with their spouses and the grandchildren were expected for Sunday Tea.

Wives sliced and buttered the bread and cut the home made cakes while ‘Gran’ would take me down to the cellar and bring up jars of homemade jams and preserved fruits in large Kilner jars. After this we would walk out into the kitchen garden and pull fresh lettuces and spring onions and pick tomatoes and cucumbers from the greenhouse. The house was self sufficient in fruit and veg.

After the grand tea, the men (the boys) would play 'Chase the Ace' until it was time to wend our way home and catch the last bus at the top of the road. Thinking back on this wonderful memory I couldn’t be anything but in awe of this amazing lady who made this life happen every weekend until she died at the age of 79! The work involved would daunt most mothers today let alone the gardening, fruit picking and preserving and the cake and bread baking – but to do this as a septuagenarian was amazing.

In future when I think I work too hard or have a tough time I will reflect on the life she led! She was always happy and smiling and had time for all 29 grandchildren. They don’t make them like that anymore!

If you have any memories of your own you would like to share - drop me a line.

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