The newspapers are full of stories about the rapid inflation in basic foodstuffs like rice and potatoes. We’re warned of social unrest, new global inequalities, and even the selfishness of speculation (which you can engage in via an agricultural ETF, although I prefer to think of it as insurance against my escalating grocery bill).
Yet ironically, the other economic story making headlines in the UK this week is the tiny fall seen so far in house prices, which comes after a tripling of prices in little over a decade. When it comes to houses, we’re told, stupidly high prices are good.
After an initially reasonable response, PM Gordon Brown has been spooked into promising he will do all he can (which hopefully won’t be much) to halt the decline. Property pundits are ringing their hands about a looming crash even as they phone their estate agents to sell, and banks and building societies are warning that the end of civilisation is but a repossession away.
But consider this: why are rising food prices bad, yet falling house prices not good? We all need somewhere to live, just as we need to eat. Surely we should rejoice that prices are coming down, given all the woes of first-time buyers unable to afford a shoebox on the edge of town, the twenty-somethings unable to leave home, and so on?