I had a week of two parts last week. The working week was rubbish but the social, home, relationship one was great. The working week was rubbish because of the blame culture that seems to exist so much in this country nowadays. It seems to me that nobody is willing to take responsibility for their words or actions and instead are at great pains to shift the blame elsewhere. Without going into boring detail I had this in spades last week and by the end of the week was thoroughly fed up with other people’s attitude towards me. I can’t work out if people do this blame shifting this as a face-saving exercise, because they are scared of actually taking responsibility or whether it is simply something that is becoming entrenched in our society. We see it all the time in the papers and on tv – ‘celebrities’, footballers, pop stars et al who have an ‘it wasn’t my fault’ attitude towards whatever scandal they have found themselves embroiled in – it has become endemic and filters down into the lives and workplaces of all of us, even on the sunny Isle. For myself, I try to take the ‘mistake has happened, now how can we make it right’ attitude without apportioning blame, but it isn’t easy in the face of such opposition. Anyway enough of me on my soap box! Suffice to say that after the week that was TG and I went and had a couple of glasses with some friends and after a small rant and a good laugh I was feeling very much better.
I had a whole day off on Saturday for a change and after a small dose of retail therapy with all the vouchers and gift cards I could muster (there is nothing like free money!), I set about making some Christmas chutney and some more of my Indian Summer recipe with all of the tomatoes that were left, which was an enormous number and the apples I fished for. The child whinged that the house smelled of vinegar but I cracked out a goodly number of jars and felt that I’d achieved something. The rest of the tomatoes became soup that even TG liked which surprised me because he can be a fusspot when it comes to some of my more experimental recipes. I used to cook dinners made up from whatever was left in the fridge and they were called ‘looks awful, tastes great’ dinners and the kids dreaded them. For dinner on Saturday I made an old favourite Coq au Riesling – a Nigel Slater special and we were sad muppets and ate it in front of Strictly and the X Factor…sad but true. Actually we had a really nice evening with the fire lit and a few glasses of various – simple pleasures.
Well who knows what the week will bring – not more of the same on the work front I hope, but we’ll have to see. If it turns out that way I shall count to ten and smile sweetly and think about all the nice things to come this week – the Curry Club on Wednesday, a read through for a little play I’m directing and time spent with friends. The easiest thing in the world is to find fault and as a saying I once read says ‘a man can fail many times, but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame someone else’. So very true.