Girl 1 has finished primary school. Hmm. A flurry of tears and hugs and names on tshirts. A huge change in her world. She’s concious that she may not see some of these folk again, the twenty people she’s shared seven years of school with. Only one other person from her school is going to her big school in September. A huge change in our world- bus routes, heavy bags, different subjects, more challenging challenges.
Life seems to moving at great speed, and I can’t keep up.
The British government come out with more outrageous plans every day- my draft post on no books for little folk to read/ decode is being superceded by the imminent return of two tier qualifications at 16, personal attacks on rich folk who don’t support the Conservative party, and more attacks on the welfare system on which so many rely.
I think it’s deliberate. It’s divide and conquer. We’re being overwhelmed with proposals that are manifestly unfair and downright wrong, affecting thousands. I’m always up for a good rant, but I need time to marshall my thoughts and appear coherent. The speed that things are happening at means I don’t have time for that. My mind is a blur of unfocussed rage.
And I have no idea what’s going on in the rest of the world. The state of the Euro is beyond my comprehension. Horrible things are happening in Syria. I can’t even begin to keep up with all that.
So, dear bloggy buddies, you’ll just have to assume that I’m protesting about what Dave and his Dastardly Crew are up to. Prepare to see slightly belated posts.
I may retreat to a beach and think happy thoughts, but I’m still raging. About whatever it is.