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Panto Season

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Yesterday was a long day. I completed my counselling lecture on line from work before doing a night shift. I know the zoom protocol usually means that you need to check your background for incriminating articles, roving pets or underwear hanging on radiators . One of my colleagues private messaged me it’s He’s Behind You ! message as we started  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/xnV0mvS

Seneca

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Seneca The official British government website publishes transcripts of major political speeches. This afternoon our disastrous departing PM, Elizabeth Truss, stood outside 10, Downing Street and gave her arrogant and unapologetic farewell speech. A couple of hours later it appeared on the website. In this extract with its pseudo-intellectual quotation, they ironed out her bumbling hesitation:- As the Roman philosopher Seneca wrote: “It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare. It is because we do not dare that they are difficult.” An accurate transcript of her delivery of this piece should have gone something like this:- As the Roman philosopher Gurr (stumble) Seneg..(momentary pause) ca wrote: “It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare. It is because we do not dare that they are difficult.” I wonder who wrote Ms Truss's last speech? Clearly she is not a student of Roman literature. It would have been advisable to rehearse it with a sp...

Letting the wall down

 I’m coming up on a big day. It’s a blogging anniversary.  Nine or ten years. I don’t know. Lost count years ago. It’s my most consistent relationship. What have I learned. I’ve learned that if I don’t meet you, know my love for you is endless. You show up. You love me. You don’t question. You seem willing to absorb my rants and frustrations. You fill a void. You mind the gap. You don’t erase my pain. You help me face it. Why I keep writing. To get out my head. To release agony. Ten years of pain. I’d thought I would have been rid of it all. No.  That’s the real answer. Let me honest. My life is damned near perfect. The problem is right between my two ears. I’ve been in therapy long enough to admit that. It’s the voice that’s asks me everyday:  Do I dare ask for more?  And I don’t know whether it’s right of me to ask God for more.  I can’t just believe I’ve written this. In ten years, this is progress. I don’t know how many will read this, but this is about...

Cup of tea

 Wrapped in cashmere Warming up Cup of tea I’m ready  For you from R's rue https://ift.tt/3FeBbVO