I woke up upset again today.
Recently the sun has been shining. We had a week long, glorious heat wave.
The government released most of us from our homes from covid19 lockdown rules and we’ve been able to move around freely, with or without masks. Most of us made the most of it.
And, we are looking forward to complete freedom on the 21st June.
So, why do I feel low?
Could it be because I’m surrounded by untruths?
As I sit and write this, a mist hangs low over Watford in Hertfordshire and sirens sound loudly on the roads outside my tower block. It is always busy where I live, on the outskirts of London.
Many things bounce around my head, none more than the attack on myself in 2012.
I try so hard to not think about it…so hard.
I went to the fair on Sunday. Three hours of screaming and colour. It was probably the second time I’ve been out with my grandchildren. It was amazing. Everyone was happy and smiling. I was smiling. I was laughing.
So, why don’t I wake up thinking about that happiness?
I’m trying to avoid news channels but I live in London. It’s impossible not to know the news as I’m attached to youtube most of the day.
I check to see if the system is working yet.
For me, this is done by putting a victim’s name into the BBC news search box. Not mine.
No, it isn’t being covered.
He doesn’t matter.
So, why do I feel so upset. They tell he doesn’t matter.
Roll on ‘complete freedom’.
Thanks for reading.
Photo is of german facial protection mask from 1600s currently on display in a Combined Military Museum England, UK. Sorry about my wheelchair being reflected in the glass! I wondered if this mask would protect me from the virus, G7 or G5?