There is an old saying…

… that “it is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.” First coined by an author called Maurice Switzer, not Mark Twain or Franz Kafka. However, according to my loyal team of word jugglers and Thesauri hunting Igors this saying has roots that go back to the Old Testament (Proverbs 15:2 & Solomon 17:28).

Sunday was a very strange day which had Mrs S and I wondering aloud why we actually bother sometimes.

First we went to have lunch with an old family friend to find that enough marbles have rattled out to God knows where to the point that our lunch out didn’t happen. Despite having confirmed our time of arrival over the phone the night before, old family friend had forgotten all about us and buggered off to lunch with someone else without a bye, leave or thank you. So we slipped off and purchased a coffee and cookie type of snack without her. Mrs S was visibly upset as she has known old family friend since she was ten and we have always considered friend as part of our extended family. Yet the person we met today was showing definite signs of cognitive decline, forgetting names, relationships and other things we’ve had in common for years. For my own part I was halfway expecting this, and had steeled myself mentally for the encounter. Many people forget things, but they don’t often repeat themselves four times in a twenty minute conversation. Not unless they’re trying to sell you something.

After that we dropped by at sister in law’s place where the aforementioned proverb was well and truly put through the axiom tester. Brother in law was in full remainer rant mode over BREXIT wanting the overthrow of parliament and the abandonment of democracy. When I politely enquired about what he would put in the place of the UK’s Parliament, he said he didn’t care. If he couldn’t have his way to stay in the slave-state of the European Union, the baby had to be thrown out with the bathwater and fuck the consequences. This is an allegedly educated man with no job and a Bachelor’s degree. Old thickie me, who has two jobs and no degree, begs to differ. I think the benefits of the undemocratic EU superstate have been massively oversold and it’s on the way out. Notwithstanding, we made our excuses and left.

We’re back at home now and Mrs S is soothing her ruffled feathers with a large glass of red and a couple of episodes of CSI, season twelve on Amazon Prime. For my part, having heard his irrational remainer arguments, I need a bloody good shower and need to scrub my skin clean from the inside.

Trying to look on the bright side, a few more seedlings have broken surface in our deck garden and will be providing us with fresh flowers, herbs and vegetables throughout Summer and well into Autumn, before we head on over to jolly old Londinium to see what all the fuss is about.

Oh well, the working week beckons and I need a serious drink.

4 thoughts on “There is an old saying…”

  1. Wow:

    “Despite having confirmed our time of arrival over the phone the night before, old family friend had forgotten all about us and buggered off to lunch with someone else without a bye, leave or thank you. ”

    Just talking about high value people, prioritizing, memory. To me unforgivable. My memory ain’t great, so I flag something in the email and leave it there to remind me. Also, prepare a bit, get photos etc. ready.


    1. It is sad. However we decided to err on the side of diplomacy and came back after lunch, making no mention of her lapse. Getting upset would solve nothing. The problem is that we have enduring power of attorney for her and have a critical decision to make. Doctors report notwithstanding.


  2. Cognitive decline is a sad condition, whatever the diagnosis (Dementia, Alzheimer’s et al)

    A client of mine whose father was diagnosed with such gave me the best advice I’ve ever come across for dealing with people with the condition. She told me her mother couldn’t cope with “losing” the man she knew and wanted him back (understandable) but the daughter’s attitude was to visit him and whenever she did, just talk to him and accept whatever he said and converse with him no matter how diverse and convoluted the subject; she swore that at times he became lucid and remembered stuff at times which was great, but then accepted it when he became “lost” again, as she put it. She said she found it liberating, as there was nothing anyone could do to change it. Sad, but it’s not their fault, it is what it is.

    Matters EU. Hmmm…. I empathise, I encounter the same problem with remainers here, a best friend is one and it has strained the relationship, sad to say. No remainer so far has been able to tell me exactly what the EU is (politically or economically) nor where it is headed and what it’s ultimate destination it strives for will be, yet all the clues are there to follow! Pointing this out to some has become a tiresome task and all I say now in the philosophy of the Borg to those who yearn to remain is, emigrate and be prepared; for “resistance is futile, prepare to be assimilated” and homogenised.

    Enjoying the observations, the SNC-Lavallin affair was news to me and interesting researching.

    Read this recently; totally apt for any nationality!

    “Everybody complains about politicians. Everybody says they suck. Well, where do people think these politicians come from? They don’t fall out of the sky. They don’t pass through a membrane from another reality. They come from British parents and British families, British homes, British schools, British churches, British businesses and British universities, and they are elected by British citizens. This is the best we can do folks. This is what we have to offer. It’s what our system produces: Garbage in, garbage out. If you have selfish, ignorant citizens, you’re going to get selfish, ignorant leaders”.
    George Carlin.

    “plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose”


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