Hi Bloggets. Today has been busy. I went for coffee with my
friend and we chatted for three hours. I could have stayed longer, as there
were still words left to say that we hadn’t used up. Hehehe. Anyway, there were
things to do at home so have to be back. Hub has the day off work and in my absence;
he made some juice and did a few jobs. The homemade juice was delicious.
I made dinner for tonight and made sure there was enough for
teen tomorrow. As we won’t be here at dinner time. More on our weekend in the
next blog.
Teen went out last night for his birthday with his friends.
He got home just before four this morning. He had a good time. They went for
food and to a couple of nightclubs.
We watched a program about the homeless in London. Not drunks
or drug addicts, but women who found themselves without their husband or
partner and now were homeless. The poor children. In England in the 20th
century? I felt so bad for the kids. One boy was eight and he had already been
to six schools. He said through tears, he has had to say goodbye to six best
friends. The conditions of the houses that they eventually got were dreadful. I
wouldn’t put pigs in there.
The crazy thing is, they were all on benefits and they were
looking for private rentals for £300 per week. Now if they get that in benefits,
why can’t the benefit agency say we will buy you a house and use your money for
the mortgage? If they get £1200 per month, surely a mortgage could be given for
that much, even in London? Some of the houses for rent were asking twenty
thousand pounds per week. I mean, and why London? What is the attraction? Yes,
for a weekend break, to see the sights, but to live? I just don’t get it, I
really don’t like London. My friends who
live there will now tell me how good it is, but I can’t see the goodness in
paying the same amount of money for a one bedroom flat without a garden or
parking space, that you could buy somewhere else in the UK and for that amount
of money, get four bedrooms or more and huge garden with garage. As for the ridiculous
amount of £20,000 per week? That would get you a mansion with an indoor pool, cinema
and grounds, not a garden, but your own fine grounds. Oh and probably a maid, Chauffeur
and butler too.
OK I have just returned from our gymnasium.
Alright, our garage, hahaha, so I will take some of our
lovely juice and tidy dinner dishes and chill for the night as tomorrow starts
with two very happy girls and the rest of the day I’m sure will be one of
adventure’s and thrills. More when I get chance to be back at my laptop again.
Until then, you all be good and if you can’t be good, be careful.
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