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Monday 5 June 2017

ONE LOVE BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Good morning Bloggets. I have felt too sad this weekend to write, once again, our country has seen acts of sadness and madness, but also, we have shown a much larger support for with the One Love concert that was held in Manchester for all the people who suffered under the actions of some people who intend to cause maximin hurt and destruction for families around the world.

The concert was amazing, Hub and I had it on full volume. Well, not quite but it was rather loud. Ariana Grande held the concert and she was absolutely fantastic. Mind you, as were the other acts all but one, who I didn’t like, but the rest of the artists and groups were stunning and really felt the pain of those who were involved in the despicable bombing two weeks ago, and what happened on London Bridge and in our restaurants and bars at the weekend.

As ever, our emergency services were fantastic and only took eight minutes to hunt the killers down and shoot them dead. They could have still been alive and had a future with their families, but they chose to die and take others with them, only I feel their pathway will be a different one to those of the people they killed.

For the past two weeks, we have been hearing stories of brave members of the public who risked their own lives to try to help total strangers. Just showing that there are many more good people than bad! Little England is strong, we have been under attack for years and we don’t fall easily. We come together in times like this. Nothing stops for long if at all. I just hope tougher actions are now going to be taken.

I feel heartbroken that again poor France suffer as it’s not been reported properly yet, but a girl was with her boyfriend from France she was ran over by the van but survived it’s looking like her boyfriend was killed. A lady from Canada too, innocent people coming on holiday and this happens. I’m just glad our Police killed the three knife holders who drove their van into the public at the weekend.

We have heard loads of different stories about how people had to come over London bridge with their hands in the air as the Police were not sure if the evil people were among the crowds. As ever I put myself in that situation. What if we had our dogs? What if we had our white canes? We couldn’t leave go of the dogs and as for both hands in the air, how would we be able to know where we were going? Some ladies were in a restaurant when the knife men came in. Again, if Hub and I or any other person who can’t see, how on earth would we know what was going on? Where to run? How?

Today it’s raining, tears from heaven, well, let’s hope over the rainbow, there will be smiles as the new angels realise there is another land which is only for the good and they one day will be reunited with only the good who they loved and who loved them. Let’s hope they have four seasons, but their winters are full of fluffy snow, their Spring has silver droplets, their summers are sweet fragrant flowers, beautiful sunsets, Swifts fly by and the colours on the fish who swim in pure clear lakes are the most spectacular colours ever seen to the human eye. I hope their Autumns are magnificent with golden pathways leading to hopeful days, and I hope the rest, are very hot now, in fact cooking.
Slowly.
Being poked by the Devils fork, turning them as if on a barbeque, so he can feast out on their half-cooked bodies.



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