London bewilders me. A city with futuristic glass construction and derelict tree growing buildings on the same street. I don’t understand empty houses and shops, boarded up and scrawled on, and people sleeping in doorways.
We went to the MyKidsy blogger networking event. I was fascinated by what MyKidsy are doing, offering opportunities to children outside school not dissimilar to what I want to offer via home education. And the audience was very interested in what I had to say on home ed as well, so it felt like a good day out all round.
And then we walked and talked, me and Small, and made our way to a fabric warehouse that seemed to have been caught in time. Big mentioned the irony of me using that description when I was trying to find fabric for our own time travelling adventures
She had a good day with the smaller children. They did some work on Smallest’s new blog. Spent time in the garden. Played horses. (And yes, Tim was here too. But he didn’t play horses. That I know of )
I came home, as I always do, with a head full of discordance. It takes me hours to decompress. I’ve sat here all evening failing to achieve anything except confusion.
Why do we all look where the politicians are pointing? We are like children at a magician’s show, forcing ourselves to see magic instead of sleight of hand. What are we afraid we might have to deal with if we look at what they are covering up?
I wonder how much money is wasted on enforcing policies that cause pain and division. How much does it cost in human terms to label scroungers over housing benefit when the money ends up with landlords, not the tenants? Why do we as a society berate the unemployed while making it easier for employers to exploit people with flexible contracts that are little better than state sponsored slavery?
And tonight I’ve read that a privatised energy firm, while paying out massive dividends, is negotiating blackout conditions with customers? How does this make any sense?
I almost wish there was a magic spell that could whisk away my confusion.