Or you may say Jenrick the who? For those lucky ones I will enlighten you. He is the fairly recently elected Member of Parliament who by some mistake was appointed a Minister. He was then allowed on television to preach to people about observing the lockdown and avoiding unnecessary travel.

A bit of background. He and his wife, a senior partner in a law firm are fairly wealthy types. Nothing basically wrong in that as we would like some evidence that those running the country can manage their own financial affairs. Robert Jenrick certainly can. He owns a very nice town house in London very near to the Houses of Parliament worth well over £2.5 million. His children go to school in London. He also rents a house in his constituency of Newark at a cost of £2,000 per month paid for by us the taxpayers. Must be a pretty nice house at that price in Newark. He states that he lives between these two houses which I guess means he lives in London and has to pop up to Newark occasionally when he really can’t avoid it.

What he was not so keen to make public is that he has other property interests including owning a large mansion in Herefordshire worth somewhere over £1 million which he visits on the odd rare occasion according to the neighbours.

Just before the lockdown was declared his wife and children made a run for this house in Herefordshire which suddenly became the house “they all regarded.as home”. Well maybe just about OK for them to make the run.

The gallant Robert remained in the London pad whilst the lockdown came into force so one would assume that under his own rules he would then stay there. Not a bit of it. When it suited him he made a run for it to this spacious property that had miraculously become his family home. That clearly broke the rules and that is all that can be said.

However maybe, just maybe, a weak justification could be put forward, although most of his constituents do not have the luxury of bolt holes to run to. Unfortunately his next two acts clearly demonstrated his contempt for everyone else and his sense of importance that meant he was above the rules that he laid down for the rest of us peasants.

One of his first acts on arriving in Herefordshire was to drive to see his parents in Staffordshire some considerable distance away. Forget his feeble excuses for doing this. It was simply taking the piss.

And then he has the temerity to issue a statement saying he understands the difficulty of being cooped up in a small flat!!! This whilst holed up in his large Mansion.

HE MUST GO.

If he has not had the decency to do it himself I trust Boris, when he has dealt with really important matters will fire him without ceremony.

On the home front the unavailability of certain items made me suddenly think back to the shortages after WW2 and the very long time it took for certain items to reappear. Take sweets. Does anybody remember the sherbet tube? No? I will enlighten you. With very little alternative in the confectionary line this item was a lifeline to the under 10’s of the country. It was a round cardboard tube with an outer paper wrapping. The tube was filled with sherbet which was a sweet, slightly fizzy coarse powder. Into this and sticking out of the main tube was a thin liquorice tube. In theory you sucked the sherbet up the liquorice tube but that never worked as the slightest moisture made the sherbet clog the tube. In reality you used the liquorice stick as a sort of spoon to scoop out the sherbet and when you has scooped out all the sherbet you ate the liquorice which was black and stained your teeth. The great asset of this piece of confectionary was that it took a long time to scoop out all the sherbet.

Oh the simple pleasures of a sherbet tube!