What Olympic sports do you enjoy watching the most?
The Athletics Triple Jump always sparks my interest.A hop,skip and a jump by any other name.Not at all easy I imagine.

What Olympic sports do you enjoy watching the most?
The Athletics Triple Jump always sparks my interest.A hop,skip and a jump by any other name.Not at all easy I imagine.

How would you improve your community?
If it existed, I would make an Anti-Selfish Behaviour drink available from a kiosk in a local park for everyone to imbibe while they go about their daily lives.
The kiosk would be manned by cheery volunteers and there would be tables available for those who wanted to chat.
If the weather was bad,then the kiosk would be set up inside a local library and the drink would be available to anyone who wanted it, in the form of tea,coffee or juice at no cost.
Might work
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How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic?
Elvis Presley’s singing “Suspicious Minds” comes to mind when I think of the COVID -19 Pandemic.
I hope we’ll concentrate our suspicious minds on the nonsense that was forced upon us by manipulative politicians and public hysteria.
Yes,there is a possibility of a disease or virus that could spread globally,or indeed a catastrophic event that could affect our established way of life.
However, we have avoided it so far and as every Country in this World knows ,a happy population is a productive population. Politicians want to keep us sweet and worry free, so we elect them again. To be honest death camps do not work.
Just like the great British public lost their “egg” when that diva of British Politics, Edwina Currie famously announced that every hen in the U.K. was infected with salmonella and caused the egg production industry to crash.We must take everything we are told with a pinch of salt.
Corporate Politics does not work.We need reason and the will to do the right thing.
I’m off to boil my egg for breakfast
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What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?
On the first hour of my favourite days,my routine once I’ve done my ablutions is to walk the dog.
This involves locating his harness and collar and lead and going through the motions of
“I’m a big boy,I don’t need those now,I won’t run away.”
This walk can take one to two hours,so it’s definitely my favourite ritual in the morning.I love getting the dog ready for his walk and actually walking him and seeing him experience the outside world.It’s a joy.
Namaste Thank You for Reading.
Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?
You neek!What a daft question.
Anybody or anything is unique due to time and place of origin.Nothing can inhabit the same space or time at the moment of conception, creation,dividing or parturition.
So despite societal or hierarchial divisions created in order to standardize society, there is no homologue , every thing has a potential; that we waste at our peril.
Think it’s a good idea to destroy what may be to our future benefit? Only ignorance does that,sadly even that makes a person unique.
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If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
In the terms of Universe, naming something after me or anyone seems pretty pointless.
What language,what alphabet,what reason to have lived at a particular location in time would be beyond the comprehension of the beings that may come across our scorched remnants in the very far off future.
Let’s face it ,archeological facts and history are open to interpretation,so what’s in a name?
Having felt the loam of the soil run through my fingers and dead leaves mulch into compost to give life to other things,I know life turns into something else,so I’m not worried about having something named after me for the hell of it
However, to answer a silly question and address the present I would like to have a maple syrup,pecan and cinnamon flavoured dairy ice cream named after me.
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Victor E.Frankl wrote a book Man’s Search for Meaning.
He was a Jewish doctor and Psychotherapist born and brought up in Austria.He was becoming eminent in his field when the Nazis took over Austria in the late 1930’s.
The book Man’s Search for Meaning details his incarceration in Auschwitz and other concentration camps, his then wife, Tilly died in Bergen-Belsen.
Frankl wrote his book intending to publish it anonymously, perhaps rightly predicting that as a trained academic he may be regarded as “detached and observational” about his experiences.However ,he was persuaded to publish it under his name,I think it’s a very personal book and perhaps written from the point of view of an eminent academic but also a survivor.
I have just started listening to the book on Audible and what immediately strikes me is his analysis of human behaviour in what were unbelievably traumatic conditions.
Arriving by train in packed cattle cars,and being cheerfully greeted by existing prisoners whose work detail was to get the new arrivals off the train.Apparently the detail could speak several European languages and their job was to direct the people on to the platform and get them lined up,telling them to leave their luggage and possessions in the car.
90% of them would be selected to go to the left by the fit SS Officer they walked towards .The officer stood relaxed in his clean uniform and by a wave of his hand, would send victims directly to the gas chamber.
Frankl made an effort to walk straight,hiding his rucksack and trying despite having not eaten or drank anything substantial for four days to look fit for work,which he knew could lead to benefits such as tokens for cigarettes or food.
The SS man touched his shoulders and Frankl was sent to the right.
And here is the rub how did he know?
Still ,it’s important that he states he was one of the 10% who were chosen for work detail. The rest ,including his friend ,were killed by the gas chambers and cremated within hours of arrival.
The prisoners who had work details to get the new arrivals off the cattle trucks, were given a little alcohol(schnapps) to ease their pain,those who help operate the gas chambers and crematoria were given as much alcohol as they wanted.As Frankl says to blot out the horror of what they were doing and also the fact that if they could not work or got sick they would be “processed”by their colleagues which was an uncertain future they had to face.
Frankl says it wasn’t until later that evening that he was told the smoke from the chimney was probably his friend going to heaven.
It’s early on in the book, but Frankly says over his time in concentration camps he realized that people who said to themselves that they wanted to enjoy their last few days gave up converting their coupons for food and instead chose cigarettes.Frankl says this was a sign of them giving up.
Namaste and Thank You for Reading
Filed under Short Stories
What makes you laugh?
Everything,just like the number 42,
What was it Douglas Adams knew?
Was it comedy or was he a soothseer?
Or a Cambridge Don who liked good beer
I think he would laugh at how he died
Even though the World loudly cried,
Something genetic gave way inside
Just when he’d finished his cycle ride,
From Arthur Dent to Dirk Gently
Speeding in California in a Gold Bentley,
Humour and Tragedy hand in hand
A man who lived and cared for the land,
I don’t collect books or comic texts
But humour never makes me vexed
Comedy is natural and everywhere,
So better laugh,the truth is …………………………..
we’ve all been there.

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
When I was Five I don’t think I had any concept of what being “grown up ” would be like I was probably overthinking the challenges and difficulties of being five.
I can only remember everything being quite difficult.There was a lot I couldn’t do myself and needed help with. I suppose I looked at all these busy people (my parents and brothers and sisters) and on the whole they were there for me.My world was difficult enough as it was without the ambition to be them.
If I ran and fell over it hurt, I was frightened of going into the hall which had no light.I didn’t like going to the toilet myself,but then again I didn’t want to go with anyone else. I fiddled with food,I don’t know why, I had to go to the doctor because they thought I had TB.I hated going anywhere where people poked and prodded me and made me undress.I did want to go to school as everyone else seemed to do that.
So there you go,that was the way it was for me.
Namaste,Thank You for Reading.
What’s something most people don’t understand?
To not be sure is a natural state,
Who are we to predict fate
The unknowing blagger is a fool indeed
For trust is something we all need
Particularly the young starting out
Their knowing is forming but there is doubt
So many ways to comprehend a thing
To get it wrong is a painful sting.
Right or wrong is never fair
We need to try and be brave to dare

A process we must all go through
It’s part of us ,it’s what we do.