Good day Bloggets, well, I have had my tonic. My wonderful
friend Geordie has been. Oh she is adorable. So light and full of life. We can
turn serious subjects into fun and fun into hilarity. We have boys a similar
age that helps too.
The subjects we cover are ridiculous. Oh my word. We see each
other about two hours per month and make up for that whole month. Well, she
does,
I’m shy and hardly
say a word. Hahahahaa.
My eyes have gone from total pain to nipping, so not too bad
today at least I can open them. My boy is working again bless him, he takes
after his Father as he is a hard worker, or was that hard work?
Joking…
Oh I am going to have to change my mobile phone tone. I
changed it last week and from a nice normal bell it’s now a vintage bell and it’s
like a bell that would be rang during the plague in London all those years ago.
Not that I ever heard that bell but like one would imagine
it to be. I almost jump out of my skin and that would be a lot of skin. It was
Hub on his way from work just now. He asked me if I have seen the news. Nope, I’m
not going near that TV. And haven’t had the radio on. Well he told me the
dreadful news about terrorists in Paris. It’s disgusting, absolutely horrific
and I really can’t say how sorry I am for the innocent people who have been brutally
murdered by these criminals. I swear the world is going mad. What gives people
the right to kill in shops, café’s schools places of worship and so on?
I suppose I will never understand those monsters who do such
crimes, just as I don’t understand anyone British or whatever who kill. There
is no need I wish people could understand that we could all live next to each
other in harmony if only the crazy’s would stop. And they are crazy, they must
be. A sound minded person wouldn’t commit such atrocities!
What causes criminality? Media? Games? Greed? Lack of
intelligence? All of those things perhaps.
My Son won’t watch the news these days; he says it’s too
depressing. I agree, though I feel compelled to listen or watch it on TV at
least once per day. I was saying yesterday how our News has changed in the UK.
Some years ago, in the morning the news would be fresh, not like now old stuff
from the night before. Then afternoon used to be different, not now, and
evening news was always different again. But one thing that I have noticed, Crimes
are reported and there is not follow-ups anymore, example the bin waggon that
killed those poor people in Glasgow before Christmas, nothing has been said
about it or the person I should say who was driving it. Only that he is still
alive. At one time our reporters would be knocking down doors to get to the
bottom of the story. Two men jumped out of the vehicle before the driver at
high speed crashed into poor members of the public.
Why did he do it? Not a heart attack as it would be reported
straight away. So why don’t we know and we are expected just to forget the
story and not bother, well I want to know why that happened if it was medical,
surely it would be best to report the facts? If it’s malicious, then he should
be charged!
Someone has told the other two passengers in the van to keep
quiet, I wonder why?
Well, this wasn’t’ what I was going to talk about, all
because of the bell, my chat has been changed. I will talk about the subject I
intended tomorrow.
Meanwhile if you want to contact me I’m on Twitter, though I’m
not a fan of that, and if you require any poetry or speeches to be written for
you then please get in touch, I have had eleven requests this week for Valentine’s
Day on the 14th of February, so a lot of my time is spent doing
that. I’m honoured you trust me to write
words for your loved ones, ha, as especially considering how much I love to
write dark poetry, but when it comes to love, I will try to be romantic and not
a dark moment in sight, though I was once asked to write for a man who wanted
to send his soon to be ex-wife a poem and let me tell you some of the words he
wanted to use were not at all exceptable, so I told him no can do.
So Twitter
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Until later, take care with love. X
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