Somehow I slept through the night and the thunderstorms at 6:30 am. And the window was wide open because it was a hot night. Nothing better than waking up to the sounds of laughter. Set your radio to Radio 5 and put it on anytime between 9 and 11 on a Saturday morning. And we need laughter after the week we’ve had. Going to bed Monday night, again with Radio 5 on, I got to hear the beginning of a story that by the following day had evolved into an attack by a suicide bomber which has caused the death of 22 and many more injured. Would have been better for the rest of us if the bomber had just driven his car off a cliff. Or sought help, not that there’s a lot of it about. This week whilst at work we got a report of someone feeling suicidal. The GP service were contacted and asked to do a home visit. But GP had their quota of visits already set up so not possible. So it was left to the police to go and see this vulnerable person. Is that the really the job of the police? Not that I doubt they’d do their best.
My three day week became a two day week as Wednesday greeted me with a bout of sickness and a day allowing my body to recover. Thursday was Penny’s birthday and Jafer and Kenan have visited for the weekend and we will celebrate later tonight in Flavours of India along with Yazeed, our visitor from Saudi Arabia.
And birthday celebrations are part of the life cycle which we must honour if we are to make sense of events. Like many of you I have been silent about events in London on Wednesday. The news was like a punch in the gut. In the absence of information on the day a man killed five people and injured many more we have speculation. Channel 4 even provided us with a name of a suspect. Who turned out to be still in prison, as far as his solicitor knew. By the following day the identity of the killer was known and he turned out to be a British born convert to Islam from a black British family who had a normal childhood in a village not far from where I live in Hastings, it’s about halfway to Tenterden. I don’t have simple solutions to making the world a safer place. Because there aren’t any. Mr. Masood was not here because of freedom of movement within the European Union. Mr. Masood was in the UK because he was born here. Mr. Masood’s family in all likelihood migrated to Britain because they were part of the British Commonwealth. Which used to be called the British Empire. So Mr. Masood and I have something in common. We are both in the UK as a result of historical events before our lifetimes. But don’t worry, I am not going to kill people. Continue reading “Enjoy life”