The times they are a-changing..

Despair.

Sometimes I look at the world and struggle to cope with the sheer insanity of things I see and hear and read about. I shake my head in bewilderment at decisions made by our elders and betters (cough!) and at the attitudes displayed by my fellow men (and women).

I struggle with a government that panders to its people by allowing such laxity for five days around Christmas and doesn’t seem to understand that people who mingle might have come from a hundred different backgrounds in terms of isolation or not and exposure to the virus. It doesn’t matter if it’s two households or ten households or an entire street, allowing five days and effectively saying that people can travel anywhere might be a recipe for disaster, in winter, when the NHS is already at high levels of occupation due to the fact it is Winter.

I understand, in case people think I’m callous about this, that families want to be together at Christmas but, is it essential?

Will the world end if Aunt Joyce doesn’t see little Teddy at some point between 23-27 December?.

And think about it. It’s Christmas. It involves drinking and in some cases, over drinking and reckless abandonment of common sense. It is not a wise time to encourage laxity when laxity is predictable and avoidable!. It makes no sense.

People party, they have friends around. How is this ‘three households’ going to be monitored?. How?. More pressure on the police and the services to try and maintain order at a time when people are even less inclined to follow unwelcome and restrictive rules.

I despair.

I really hope I’m wrong and that there are no spikes two or three weeks later. I really hope we don’t all suffer because a few individuals took advantage and pushed at the boundaries until they broke. I really hope.

Times that are a-changing, and I really am scared that this is too much, too fast.

But boy, do I hope I’m wrong!

Stay safe. Stay sensible. Take care.

A little light in the darkness

We all need

A little light,

Something

More than this,

A flicker in our consciousness,

The gentle touch that’s bliss,

We all need a little hope,

Sometimes,

That change is on its way,

That when we greet the dawn so clear,

It’s not just yesterday,

We all need a little peace,

Time to stop and dwell,

On all we’ve seen and heard and done,

A time when all is well,

We all need a little smile,

A chuckle, not a frown,

To hear the sound of laughter,

To save us falling down,

And we all need a lot of love,

For each other and the world,

To love across all barriers,

For when a flags unfurled,

We should not be so obstinate,

To claim it is the best,

Deride others, call them names as such,

When we know not of the rest,

Love should be our binding, glue

That keeps us all as one,

No creed, nor faith, nor colour,

We should all live life as one,

We all need a little light,

In darkness, times of need,

For light shall guide us to men’s hearts,

Where love, it shall succeed.

I seem to be drifting

Time passes and I think I should blog and then life, in one shape or another, gets in the way and the moment passes by and never gets recalled until it’s too late.

So I’m sorry. I meant to blog more but laziness or disillusionment or simply not having anything worth saying has got in the way.

Yes they’re feeble excuses.

But I don’t have any others to give. Energy had been sapped and I find I waste hours in the day because I’m too worn out with just living to write a blog about…just living…or existing, when that’s all most of us can do at this present time.

I don’t have news to share. I wish I did and that it was good news but right now it’s hard to find that anywhere.

But I haven’t firgtooten you. Or even forgotten you. I like that shelling error so will leave it in for my own amusement. Shelling? Shelling? Spelling! You see how I’m affected by things?.

So how are you all?. Thriving as best one can thrive I hope, being sensible, abiding by the rules, playing the waiting game.

I’m tired. Sure fibromyalgia does that to you but there’s a deeper tiredness creeping in, a tiredness not born from pain but a realisation that age is creeping up on me. A tiredness that is both mental and physical as there’s little more I can do physically and mentally, I think I’m shot lol.

I’ll be 55 next year. At an age I hoped to own a house, have a dog, feel secure. But at an age where I live in a rented, damp, dilapidated flat and can’t have a dog and life has never felt less secure.

I know I’m not alone and people live in far worse conditions than I do but it’s upsetting all the same.

Perhaps 2021 will be better…although I’m sure i said that about 2020 and look where that got us!.

Stay safe people. Know that I care. Know that I’m here and if anyone wants to suggest a blog topic I’ll happily give it a go.

Until next time then…and I hope it will be sooner!.