Sunday, 18 June 2017
Except that things don't seem to be too normal right now, in fact this if this is the new normal, I'd rather stop being a grown-up. Brexit, terrorism, the complete fucking mess of the general election, followed by the likelihood that residents of Grenfell Tower have lost their lives due to rampant pursuit of profit rather than making sure homes are fit for habitation. Add to that the fact that my local council is slashing services across the board, because our Tory government is starving them of funds. The fact that once places like local libraries are closed, the buildings can be flogged to private investors to build yet more 'luxury appartments'. I'm usually a fairly chipper type, I'm generally optimistic, but this is hard stuff.
I had a brief trip to A&E with youngest last night, who had managed to bang her head on a wall. The service was amazing. We were triaged within ten minutes of arriving, the doctor was friendly and approachable with my daughter as she quickly checked over her eyes and ears. The doctor then encouraged my daughter to hold my hand while she prodded the massive egg on her forehead to make sure there wasn't any serious damage. And I didn't even have to worry about how I was going to pay for my child's medical treatment, bargain! Free at the point of delivery see... So while this was a wonderful experience and we were back home within two hours of the head banging incident, it only served to depress me further about the looming privatisation of the NHS.
Wouldn't it be handy if we had a system where we all put some money into a pot to pay for all the things that we jointly need as a society? Those of us who have more money could put in more to subsidise those who have less. Oh hang on a minute, I think there's a word for this...
Because I'm tired of being told there's no money for things. I look around my city, and I look around London, and there's plenty of it sloshing about.
There are things that I'm trying to hang onto, to retain my faith in humanity. One is the turnout in the recent election, particularly by young people. That gives me a little hope. And in a small way by putting my voluntary labour into a local community building, I'm helping to cling on to one little piece of public space in our neighbourhood. I may be living in a Bristol bubble, but I also take comfort in the fact that on the morning after the election I overheard three separate political discussions on the school run, and not from the usual suspects. I would love to believe that 2017 is when things start to change, and in a good way for once, not continuing our slide into the shit.
Here's where I could insert a whimsical bit about how my children are my joy and one bright spot in a dark world. But I'm not really that sort of blogger, so you'll just have to fill that bit in yourself. Oh and here's the sewing bit, I made a new hairband for my daughter, to keep her hair out of her face and hopefully avoid another head bounce off wall incident.
Tune in next time for the next thrilling instalment...