Just lately it seems as if I’m at war with an unknown entity; an elusive, pervading, mischievous spirit that seems hell bent on disrupting all forms of communication.
To put it in a nutshell, I seem unable to communicate with people without accidentally insulting them or causing them some form of upset. This usually happens when my intention is to make a joke or lighten a situation, but I’m so WAY OFF target that it is becoming embarrassing. I had my first Covid vaccination this week and, whilst putting on my coat and gathering my things together I even managed to insult the kind, charming, pleasant (and hunky) soldier who had given me the jab. What the hell was THAT all about?
There are few enough people that I communicate with at the best of times. With lock down that number has reduced still further, and almost all of that communication is electronic. The way things are going I can foresee a situation where that number hits the big zero as I drive more and more people away.
I guess, for the moment at least, it’s probably best if I limit the potential damage to those around me by giving up trying to communicate and just shut the f*** up.
I hope all of you are faring better in this regard.
That is the number of members of the United States Senate who voted that Donald J. Trump was NOT guilty of inciting the insurrection that took place at the United States Capitol on January 6th 2020.
Let history show that FORTY THREE Republican Senators believe that everything Donald Trump did in the months leading up to the election, everything he did after the election, and everything he did ON THE DAY OF THE INSURRECTION is “Ok by us, folks”.
Shame on you. Shame on every single one of you. Shame, shame, SHAME!
According to those forty three Senators ANY future President of the United States can, effectively, do ANYTHING THEY WANT and get away with it, no matter how disgusting or despicable that may be.
The United States holds itself up as a beacon to the world, a “shining example” of democracy.
I spy a “banana republic” in the offing thanks to the moral turpitude of those forty three.
I’m sure most of you will have heard of Captain Sir Tom Moore who, last year, raised an astonishing amount of money for NHS charities in the UK in the lead up to his 100th birthday. His idea had been to walk around his garden 100 times before his 100th birthday, and his original aim had been to try to raise £1,000.
Once the media got hold of the story it went viral, and by the end of his birthday the total amount of donations exceeded £32 MILLION!
Yesterday we received the sad news of his passing; apparently yet another victim of this horrible pandemic.
On 6 April 2020, at the age of 99, Moore began to walk lengths of his garden in aid of NHS Charities Together, with the goal of raising £1,000 by his 100th birthday. In the 24-day course of his fundraising, he made many media appearances and became a popular household name in the UK, earning a number of accolades and attracting over 1.5 million individual donations. In recognition of his efforts, he received the BBC Sports Personality of the Year Helen Rollason Award at the 2020 ceremony. He performed in a cover version of the song “You’ll Never Walk Alone” sung by Michael Ball, with proceeds going to the same charity. The single topped the UK music charts, making him the oldest person to achieve a UK number one.
I was due for some new wigs, courtesy of the NHS, and went over to Edinburgh to make my selection. I picked out one in a similarish style to my usual ones but with a bit of a colour change, and have ordered three more in from which I’ll select another. I went over with a friend as she wanted to get a new wig and some professional advice and she came away with something that will look really good on her.
Also my friend had bought me a small gift as a thank you for being so helpful and supportive to her over the past few months, a lovely necklace that I’d seen in a shop window the week before and drooled over. When I got home and undid the parcel I was deeply touched by her sweet gesture. I’ll show you both the wig and the necklace in a future post.
It was later on Friday evening that things started to go wrong.
After the somewhat emotionally traumatic week I’ve had it’s been so helpful to have received a lot of reassurance and support from my readers and fellow bloggers. Thank you to all who have been in touch, it really means a lot.
I followed up on one comment I received by reading through that lady’s blog and came across something which has highlighted a dilemma I face.
This is not an easy post for me to write and it may be a little disjointed.
For the past four years I’ve been one of the Coordinators of our local transgender support organisation, a position which has meant so much to me because of the good that has been achieved by the group and the help that we have been able to provide to so many people at various stages of their journeys of discovery and awareness.
Unfortunately, due to personal difficulties that I have, I realised about eighteen months ago that this work was becoming too much for me and I made it clear that I needed to step down and hand over to someone who would be able to cope better with the demands of the position. That change never happened, and then along came Covid-19.
I’ve never been the best at keeping in touch with people. That’s true. It’s not due to a lack of caring about people; I think about so many people so often, but am reticent about “interrupting” their lives again. Maybe I’m just overly shy.
I’m the sort of person who comes into your life, stays a while, then fades away and just brushes past you from time to time. And that’s true not only of people from my past but people from the here and now too.
I’ve realised this enforced isolation and separation from normal life is taking its toll, and it’s showing that by the fact that I’m avoiding making contact with people who I would, under normal circumstances, be communicating with or seeing regularly. Continue reading →
Well, nobody responded to my invitation yesterday regarding suggestions for today’s final episode of this collection, so to end the series I’m going to return to the most beautiful, instantly recognisable voice we’ve ever heard – Karen Carpenter.