TIGHTEN your belts, it looks like we’re in for a bumpy ride. We British are perhaps at our strongest with our backs against the wall, so maybe the feeling of community will emerge and fill us with that war-time spirit.

I wonder shall we beat milk into the butter, making it go further, make do and mend, darn our socks and let down hems? Somehow I don’t think so, no, we shall all plod on stoically making the best of somebody else’s exceptionally bad job.

I’ve just been reading a report stating women find it difficult getting promotion as they keep banging their heads on the glass ceiling – then we have a senior chief of police pleading that he’s suffered from race discrimination, even though he’s the third highest policeman in the country with a fabulous wage and pension to match.

There are all sorts of societies and agencies catering for folk who feel they have a grudge or grouse that life is not treating them as well as they had hoped, well nobody said life was easy or equal!

I personally think the best person for a job is the one most suitable, black, white, pink, male or female or whatever and this quota filling is not productive. A small business of say four or five workers just can’t afford a main person off for 12 months on maternity or paternity leave, so obviously they are going to be very careful as to who they employ, so in the long run is this going to help the young folks find a job?

We’ve lost a sense of proportion in most aspects of our lives and ended up treading on eggshells.

Our children are too fat, young girls are too thin, we eat and drink too much and shouldn’t smoke.

Well, if we do, it’s our responsibility not the Government’s, they should get on with their job creating a stable economy, securing our borders and ensuring our safety.

But what are they doing? Floundering! Falling out with one another, with no proper debate, no plans, no forward strategy.

It makes you think they are running scared and to feel that your Government is not in control is very disturbing indeed.