Good evening my Bloggets. I was on the phone to my Yam in
the US, as she always calls me bless her whenever she thinks I am in need and
in need I blooming was. Just as I was talking to her, my Hub called on the mobile.
So house phone in one hand, to America, mobile in the other, I told my Hub to
call back in one minute? Said goodbye to Yam, nothing from Hub. I called him, no
answer and I text him, still nothing. What is it about my boys, if I am not
there to answer calls, I just cannot get a hold of them again for some time.
Half an hour ago I spoke with Hub. He sounded so flat and down. Now his voice
echoes in my mind and I can’t contact him. Desperate.
The thing I was going to tell you about before, hub told me
today, in ten to fifteen years’ time, if things don’t change, local charities
for the blind in the UK, won’t exist. The Government give less money to the
blind, than what they do for other disabled charities.
This is something the company Hub works for are campaigning
for. It’s worrying though. I know people in general give less to charities for
the blind, because one, they don’t believe it will happen to them, though a
hundred people in the UK, suffer from some form of sight loss every day. Two,
blindness is not a matter of dying like some other conditions. I guess we well,
some of us, live through being blind, but it’s not always a life worth living.
Then when people first go blind, it is the worst news they have ever had to
receive and often they just can’t cope with it and can lead to suicide. Then
you have blind people who stay in the house, and never leave their front door.
Like prisoners. But there is a difference in more ways than one. Prisoners get plenty
of public money.
What crime have the blind committed?
In the UK, we used to have loads of charity shops, but they
are closing now, and some think the reason for this, is because of on line
selling like EBay for example. The world is turning a wheel that is heading in
the wrong direction.
I have let my beasty
girls out for their late night meetings with the concrete outside. Quickly hurried them in and locked all doors
and windows. This is a smallish house when my Husband and Son are in it, when I’m
on my own; it’s a huge castle, which is fortified against all bogie men!
So tonight, I sit in my Queens chair, with its high back of
yellow gold. My crown features glistening diamonds and the rubies which trims
my shawl shine, showing shadows of ancient gilded wall hangings across my room,
and one hopes that one’s guards are keeping watch, in ones passage behind the
parapet of one’s castle walls?
Haha. Right on that rather silly note, one shall leave one
in peace until later when I shall be back with lots more. X
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