
The Entitlement era

We are no longer so young!
The middle years have been a bit of a mess, politically. Thought I should pass that on. A lot of people grabbing what they can and justifying it with the zealous, insincere sincerity which is the current way. Busy lecturing that the caffeine intake is killing us while complaining about a penny in the pound tax to save the Health Service. That kind of think, kid. Its all “personal responsibility” – emphasis always heavily on the personal. You would have loved it! The politics would have done for you.
Italy is nice. Christopher is all grown up and you have a grand-niece – is that the relationship? Aida – she is a tomboy and very sweet. Sharp as a tack. She would have loved you with your cheeky grin!
David is marrying soon. He is happy. So is Stephen – they all are. It went well. They all made it – unlike so many of our generation. They are all smart, healthy, employed and thriving.
Everyone else is fine. We lost Dad in April 2020 during the Covid pandemic. It was peaceful. Jonathan coped well.
And then there is you. Missing but always lurking! Happy Birthday, wee man – I miss you xxx
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water,
and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
by Wendell Berry
159 phone number – Stop Scams UK
159 is a phone number operated by Stop Scams UK that you can call if you receive a suspicious or unexpected call about a financial matter:
Petrichor is the smell of rain. The word comes from the Greek words ‘petra’, meaning stone, and ‘ichor’, which in Greek mythology refers to the golden fluid that flows in the veins of the immortals.
pe·tri·chor ˈpe-trə-ˌkȯr
: a distinctive, earthy, usually pleasant odor that is associated with rainfall especially when following a warm, dry period and that arises from a combination of volatile plant oils and geosmin released from the soil into the air and by ozone carried by downdrafts
(Merriam-Webster)