LGiU the council of 2043: Cllr Dave Wilcox

30birthdayTo mark the LGiU’s 30th anniversary we invited 30 contributors to gaze in to a crystal ball and tell us how councils will be different in 2043.

Cllr Dave Wilcox, Chair of the LGiU Board and Derbyshire County Council’s Chair, reflects on the pressure our ageing population will place on the adult social care system come 2043

I’d been on the waiting list for Arcadia Walk for about 18 months before a room came free.

After two weeks I’m already regretting the choice, but I’m registered for a postal vote and there’s no going back.

Most of the people in here are decrepit, immobile and incontinent. The flu epidemic scares them. The number of antibiotic resistant strains has gone through the roof. Apart from the jabs, there’s not much the council can do about that.

I’ve discovered, I’m the only one who’s signed the voluntary euthanasia pledge, even though the local “100’s plenty” option appears on screen every time we open our generation plus-90 tablets.

Visits from families are rare here. “Where there’s a will, there’s a relative” characterised social care in the 2020’s.

But in 2031, when the number of hundred year olds passed a million, the North of England Government followed the South and transferred responsibility for eldercare back to individuals.

No-one anticipated the impact of all us old gits selling our homes at the same time. House prices dropped like lead budgies.

And what do you know? For the second time this century the banks had to be bailed out. The Chinese insistence we joined the New Euro zone as part of the rescue package caused a bit of a stir-fry, but capitalism is still intact.

I virtually gave my house away in the end, but never mind. Together with the pension it’ll cover the cost of living until I take the tablet in 2047.

I still ponder the purpose of life. But this evening the sunset bathed the room in crimson, my daughter dropped off a bottle of top-whack Kent Pinot Noir 2038 and cook pot roasted some mutton for tea.

Eat, drink and be melancholy.

Perhaps that was life’s purpose after all?

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