At the End of the Day

The fruit on my prune trees here is starting to turn ultramarine on its way towards purple. At that point, the fruit will be ready to eat. I say this because at that stage, they’re really wild plums: crunchy and not overwhelmed by sucrose. After that they’ll turn brown, and be best for cooking canard aux pruneaux. You bang in some sweated onions and a dash of balsamic and butter…..onctueuse as the French say: bloody delicious. After that, they’re fully ripe, and suitable only for drying as just one dimension of solving our global constipation problems. The prune’s life is a complex one serving many masters.

When we arrived here fifteen years ago, the trees were rotten old stumps with a few half-hearted shoots poking out here and there. I hacked away at the rotten wood (on the advice of my neighbour Ange) and just waited to see what happened. Then I let them sprawl for a few years, sliced back the bigger branches, and began to make a hedge abetted by the chance oak, ash and hawthorn bushes that had seeded themselves over the years.

The result today is a privacy barrier that yields about 3000 prunes per summer. Minimal interference with nature usually produces the best results: while my other neighbour gets 20o,000 little balls to market, I’ve scrumped a few of his and they’re not a patch on mine, haha!

It has been a near-as-damnit perfect day here today. Early 30s centigrade and cooler after sunset. There’s a farm-reared chicken leg, three saussicon and half a red pepper cooking slowly on the Weber kettle, and I just finished a Skype conversation with one of my favourite people. Tomorrow I’m off to Villareal for a haircut.

If that last bit there seems random, let me explain its relevance. My coiffeuse isn’t a sex-bomb, but she does know the best way to make my hair look cool. She’s also charming, I can understand her accent because she isn’t from this area, and she’s a genuine small entrepreneur whose success to date is based entirely on talent and merit – in a world that doesn’t always favour women.

After gettin’ me barnet done an’ that, I’ll wander around one of the best markets in our region: tasting the cheeses, the dried ham shoulders, and the saucisses. In some markets here, you could gouter the fare and skip lunch. But guilt usually makes me buy some of it. Well, that and the fact that it tastes terrific.

Anyway, wherever you are, enjoy the weekend. This isn’t really July 2013, it’s July 1914. The Western world is about to change forever. The Cowardly New World we are about to enter will create its own crop of writers: they will produce novels on a par with Dr Zhivago, All Quiet on the Western Front, Mr Norris Changes Trains, L’Etranger, The Trial, Ulysses, and The Great Gatsby. As ever, the few will consume these hungrily – and the many will go hungry.

I wish I knew what to do about this, but I don’t. The only thing I am sure about is the survival – come what may – of the individual human’s spirit.

Earlier at The Slog: Giving the paedofile more places to hide.

17 thoughts on “At the End of the Day

  1. Over 5000 people dead in March due to the _cold_ weather. Strange that the mainstream media is wailing about deaths from heat and not from cold. You would think that they were trying to scare people about the heat….. which is actually not as hot as the 1930’s. If you want to see what deaths from cold look like, you will have another chance this winter which appears to be shaping up to be quite brutal. The media will try to tell you it is the warming that makes it cold – and some people (and all politicians) are gullible enough to believe it.


  2. The best “evidence” I can find for the figure of 700 is this from yesterday’s Huffington Post: “Researchers estimated that the heatwave has lead to 650 deaths in England between July 6 and 14 as the soaring temperatures show no sign of abating. Ben Armstrong, professor in epidemiological statistics at the London School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine, said that the hot weather could have led to the premature deaths of between 540 and 760 people”. Not quite the same as “700 people dead” is it?


  3. The thing about this planet and its apparently most intelligent inhabitants is that we assume this time it will be different, It won’t be and it aint. Protagonists change but the result is still the same. War is coming. The big one. AGAIN!


  4. Am I alone praying for War? War with a capital W? I feel it too. We live in hope. God bless.


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  6. Is this the war between us and the elite(who seem to be nameless)which many promise to be bloody?


  7. John now is still not the time to do anything,yes it pains me to see so many suffer,when one could act,please remember if you acted they would dry up the money supply,so you would have to cut hospitals,welfare,you would do there dirty work for them & discredit yourself,let them do their own dirty work & watch their creditability disappear
    Has Churchill put it so well ,let them do their worst before we do our best


  8. July 1914… the world’s population back then was well below 2 billions while now it is well over 6. I see it as the difference between being in an elevator with five other persons or just with one more. Anyway you look at it it doesn’t look like enough space for the “survival of the individual human’s spirit”… well… who knows? maybe evolution will take us somewhere else. Through death through birth. And through dreaming and enjoying warm summer days :)


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