Prison break.

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Trapped by expectations, she longed to gain the sky.

Folks and their opinions had quenched her urge to fly.

Encaged within her prison, she longed to be herself,

Cast off all inhibitions neatly folded on the shelf.

To cast away the costume of who others thought she’d be.

Step through bars of inhibition, wings unfolding to be free.

At last it came the season- couldn’t bear it anymore.

Broke out of limitation – to open sky did soar.

‘Twas not without a price tag, for her loved ones bore the bruise

She made upon her exit – when another life did choose.

And yet they saw the glory as she sped into the sky

You cannot bind in serfdom one who’s born to fly.

A new outlook.

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The view from my new apartment.

I’ve often paused on shopping visits to Waitrose to take in the magnificent view from the check out, but never conceived I’d live in a place where I could indulge myself in it constantly. I think my guardian angel was taking notes and passed them on lol!

Stranger at the door.

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A stranger stands before the door

You’d ask him in but he may want more,

More than you’re willing or able to give.

He’ll shake up your world and change how you live.

He may be a friend, but perhaps he’s a foe.

Taking you places you’d rather not go.

Should I go meekly or put up a fight?

Accept and be cheerful, or take off in flight?

I could slam the door refuse him his end.

Or open it wide receive as a friend.

Yes, that’s the wisest and smartest recorse

For the name of the stranger is “Change” of course.

 

 

 

 

Not again!

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What a way to wake up! Phone beeps, maybe a message? No, it’s London friends and family on face book saying they are safe – not again!!!

I press that I’m also safe they should know I am, but still…   My heart goes out to the loved ones who will not wake to such a message, who’ll find their precious ones gone or wounded.

I can’t understand people who can do these things, much less those that induce them to it. Thank God for our sharpshooting police and the intrepid transport policeman who tried to intercept them, another brave man injured.

Teresa May should hang her head in shame at how she’s undermined the support of these heroes!

For those not in the know she’s responsible for a series of devastating cuts in the police force to where they often have to go into danger minus back up, patrol alone and are so busy racing from one crime to another (and filling in mounds of paperwork) they have little time for the much needed investigations etc. Our police are some of the best in the world but they need our support. They sure as hell don’t get it from Teresa May past or present .

Brave new world?

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Are things getting better or just more complicated?

I just signed the contract to rent my new apartment – paperwork was horrid and endless! I remembered as a dream the days when you met the landlord, they appraised you as a human being and if they liked what they saw you both signed a simple standard contract. I understand renting agents and referencing agents are safeguards for both parties, but it seems to have reached a stage of the ridiculous in expensive red tape.

Then there are the phone calls to providers and utilities where you run the gauntlet of endless answering machines then wait ages to finally you get to talk to another human.

For someone who never saw a TV set till I was five, (yes, I am that old lol!) had to walk to a phone box to make a call, found information at the local library, saw my dad repair shoes, make furniture, grow veg and cycle to work and my mum make our clothes on her new sewing machine and prepare all our food from scratch, I question which was better.

For all the medical advances – we seemed to be far healthier back then.

Communication advances – we actually developed social skills lol.

Entertainment advances – we had more fun doing simple stuff before we became over stimulated.

Mental health – most folks were pretty happy – I can’t remember ever hearing of depression or mental health issues. Of course they were not discussed so much back then. For sure they existed, but I suspect they were less prevalent. Following the trauma of the war it is surprising how cheerful and upbeat people seemed compared to now, perhaps due to the camaraderie and natural, supportive interaction of society. What we gained on the swings I suspect we lost on the roundabouts. Mental health became a doctors domain rather than being bolstered by close friendships and family.

Educational advances – more to learn, more pressure, more knowledge but far less wisdom and discernment.

Standard of living – higher for most (though not all) yet all in all I suspect the quality of life has taken a plunge.

While I applaud many of the new advances and innovations I regret the loss of much that was precious to the human soul.