People before Profit.

Sometimes it’s really good to have a quiet place to rant and emotionally try to sort stuff out.

 

Grenfell Towers, a name that will hopefully be remembered as the event that caused this country to turn away from our ridiculous love affair with capitalism.
 

If in doubt, read this:

https://grenfellactiongroup.wordpress.com

Last night will in all probability cause me to actually Join the Labour Party, something that is long overdue.

 

No words.

Just no words.

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Day after the night before…..

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So today we all either woke up at a ridiculously early hour…..or we fell asleep at breakfast time, after a ridiculously long night.

I did the former….worked with littlies…. then was taken off to buy new work shoes, as the old ones are quite literally falling apart under my feet.

It’s all very confusing.
Labour did extremely well.
Tories won the election.
May lost.
Corbyn walked it.

The list of stuff that is left undone over this past month is worrying. Would love to be able to sail through life without a hitch, but am going to have to admit not being frightfully efficient. One can only hope that family and friends will forgive my (many) failings……

Work continues. Today was a short shift, only three and a half hours, but full on. What do i get up to? Well, today included:
* Facilitating magnetic trains and those wooden train tracks ….with sets of two children at a time. This mostly involved encouraging them to make their Own tracks, praising them for keeping On Task (i.e. Not hauling the tracks up and throwing them around!), refereeing incidents of “S/he Snatched My Trains!” and working out with them how They were going to get the tracks to go where They wanted the tracks to go.
* Chalk drawing on black paper. Simple but effective. And judging by the tongue-sticking-out-and-squinting methods involved, the children were fully engaged! Some pictures went home anyway, which is always good.
* Water Play; transferring multi coloured plastic balls on plastic kitchen serving spoons…into a big plastic jar. Oh. My. Goodness. They loved it. THEY worked out that if the jar was part filled with balls…. then part filled with water…the balls floated. Only the one who discovered this had no word for “float”. He has now!
* Rolling very small plastic hoops along the floor and seeing if they could mount the line of wooden blocks three paces away. Terrific success. This progressed onto balancing the hoops and seeing if they could remain still…then be everso slowly poked along, a tiny bit at a time. My role was to ensure no one scuppered the occasion.
* We made worms and slugs….snails and beetles….apparently we made snakes and frogs too, so i am told! All the creatures eyes were interesting, the frogs had spots all over their backs and all of our creatures were bright pink! Play dough….
* Stories and books featured highly.
* And songs….lots of songs. Songs to sing altogether, songs to sing with just a few people, songs to hum along together when we are upset, songs to dance to.
* Lots of people had houses, on a playmat. Small people and their houses were rudimentary, but very creative. These people got up to all manner of stuff and the children were very clear about their behaviours… there was much wagging of fingers and stern chats going on this morning then three people were removed to a cardboard box and told to stay there!
* A little one fell asleep on me, midway through ‘The Wheels on the Bus’. We’d just got to “Tickets Please”
* Sand was frustrating for a few today, until we removed the moulds and buckets for soft sand is no good for making sand castles. Instead we filled and tipped, trickled and scooped, sifted and sprinkled and hid our fingers. One made up a story all about tigers in the sand.
* One needed to lie on the floor and consider the enormity of the situation facing her. It was touch and go, could have gone either way, but in the end (dignity restored…) she rejoined her friends and life continued.

Y’see?
My life is quite good really
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Finally got away for a bit…….

Harbour Lights Campsight, with Haverigg beach a two minute walk away and Hodbarrow RSPB site a decent stroll away.

Completely glorious; we shall have to go again!

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So, tomorrow, off to the coalface once more. Hopefully everything will be in order; children will be fabulous, staff brilliant and the setting all that one could ever hope for.
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Obviously i am refreshed, renewed and re- everything else-d.
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A sensible reaction from the streets

“…..
I came to this city seventeen years ago from Scotland, this city has always been a home for me.

This city is a community. I don’t care who you believe in or where you are from. This city is for everyone and we all need to rally around today and show support. they want to divide us don’t they? they want us to turn on our neighbours and that will never happen. Not here.

…..I’m going to stay in town today and i’m going to walk around and smile at people, that’s all i can do…..
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i can’t upload this clip, but it’s from the BBC and well worth listening to in full. Guy in a pale blue shirt. Watch it. Fabulous.
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May

This month there have been a few conscientious decisions made that have made a deal of difference to my daily life and at hardly any cost to myself.
So here goes, with a hope that it reminds me as much as gives pause for thought to anyone else:

* Sunshine is to be captured, so i have taken every single chance to sit, stand, walk or work in Any available sunshine!

* Given the chance of walking beside greenery or along grey roads, i have chosen the green option….safety permitting.

* My internal monologue sometimes sinks, so as an antidote i have taken to consciously noticing my surroundings. The small and apparently insignificant as well as the obvious and grand.

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* Eating processed food on a regular basis is not agreeing with me. So without creating a matrimonial scene i’ve decided to eat what i want, when i want, at the times when i have responsibility for my own food. I feel heaps better!

* Communication is a two way street, even if they are family or close friends. There is no point in keeping myself awake half the night worrying my socks off over unimaginable nonsenses. I’ve gave that up for Lent and NOT picked that particular bag up again afterwards.

* Life is short. Events of the past few years have taught me to treasure each and every day. Therefore…i am not going to fill any more days with matters that drive me bananas, unless i am being paid for it AND i have the choice Not To Go Back There Again!

* Life is short….etc etc etc….therefore i might very well choose to fill my days with matters that bring joy and delight to my soul and that make me smile. Thank the Good Lord Above, my fella agrees with me, even if he doesn’t exactly share my delight in ….oh….choral evensong was the last occasion.

 

And when i forget all this stuff…….?

Yeah, it usually ends up pretty much like this!

 

 

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April

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Our life is getting a tad more crowded than we had planned for 2017 to be at this stage. So one way of winding down has been to make things; stuff that can be used, handled, held and considered as my days unfold. A new purse was called for as the previous one finally gave up and this wool kinda called out to me from the bottom of a charity shop box. And there was a question over the solitary earring….. they look quite good together, i think?

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I’m a tactile kinda person, there is no earthly use my having a diary online… dear me no, got to be able to hold it in my hands. So earlier on in the year i arrived early for a course, settled myself in a cosy armchair, with a good view, decent cup of tea, pair of scissors, sellotape for covering the final object, glue and a pile of magazines and freebies. The end result is pleasing ( well for me anyway!),  has started many conversations and ensures that i am where i ought to be with + with the correct clobber…..

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Slowly, I’m reclaiming the small things about living which bring pleasure and simplicity. Working with my hands, both for pleasure and also for necessity in work, is bringing a degree of peace …..and dare i say it, tranquility too.

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In other areas of life the home smells of tea tree oil, is draped about with drying washing and the dog paw bled all over the living room floor this week, shortly after the cat threw up over the kitchenish area…….

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March

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Discovered whilst seriously mooching down in that kinda odd space between Oxford Rd and the University.

Gorgeous.

 

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Slightly less so was the open drug dealing half a mile south of here. But it wasn’t quite so cool with an obviously GrannyType nosing around though, so they packed up and left.

Leaving me to continue my wanderings…… and find that lovely back yard garden above!

Joy.

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