We are all doomed
Apparently the economy is going to hell in a hand-basket. I learned this quaint phrase from a Canadian and I really should have asked him what it actually meant.
A hand-basket sounds like a slow method of transport. Is it a rickshaw or a picnic basket? Going to hell slowly sounds pretty reasonably.
Either way, according to the media, everything is bad.
And yet retail sales in August were 3.9% higher than a year earlier. Strip out inflation and they were still up a smidgen in volume terms. So if, as we are told, Rome is burning (surely endangering the entire hand-basket), man + dog are happily fiddling.
On Saturday I tried to park in my local town centre on a mission to drop my ladies at the theatre and drop some books at Oxfam. All car parks were full.
On Sunday I went to Bicester Village to add some much-needed invigoration to my wardrobe. The queue to get in was over half a mile.
Crisis? What crisis?