No end in sight.
Neighbours bark and bicker upstairs.
Bats break in to night.
Sometimes we talk.
And by God do we quiz.
We stitch up something of a social life.
From homes, through screens, then power down the device.
Or maybe check Insta, Twitter or Facebook.
How do they cope?
Or do they not?
… the news.
Or spiral down, hit depression hard.
Alcohol sales are up, one headline says.
Sometimes we talk but never say,
‘Are we ok, like this, our new future?’
Discussing life’s challenges with my friend a while ago she said, ‘Well Christine, it’s like they say on Love Island…’ I was waiting for a punchline. ‘…It is what it is.’ I laughed, then wondered why it was funny. It turns out she wasn’t actually joking. She was simply taking a truism so overused by the show’s contestants it sparked a new drinking game among viewers and sagely applying it to the situation at hand.
I keep thinking of my friend with the Love Island obsession as I’ve recently been poring over texts about mindfulness written by wizened practitioners and…
For years tense, silent political melees have been fought on the pristine streets of the little seaside town I call home, Christchurch.
I have bittersweet memories of the battle ground. Coming back to where I grew up from wherever I was living at the time to an irrepressible plague of UKIP stickers.
On the road signs, on the bins, post boxes and lampposts. It was incensing that someone would incessantly vandalise my Christchurch with symbols of politics I found so repugnant.
But then came the satisfaction of taking them down. The stickers, not the culprit.
There were fresh ones that…
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