thenotsomightyom

Community is not some posh middle class village life view of life. Community is really caring about those around you who you interact with.

Don’t trust badges of award or credits,or multimillion pound charity benefits.Trust the people who help where they can,make people feel better and keep an eye on those less fortunate( not to see what they are up to) but to act as a safety net if things go astray for them.

In other words, live and let live.

I would like to be Head of MI6 just for one day and find out just what is going on and stop all the killing and misinformation.

After my one day in charge  ,I certainly  would be listened to.😉

Jo Brand, comedy wizardess and all round purveyor of real life stories.

That pureness of thought,that indelible logic,that freedom to query  and to investigate the world. These are the people I admire, and if they thought it appropriate to proffer me some advice then of course I would listen.

However,those exchanges would be few and far between.Those “thinkers” care about others and understand that excessive advice giving is detrimental and sometimes harmful to the individual.

In our social media dominated world,advice is everywhere and has to be paid for. We are flooded with recommendations and solutions from the right haircut to how to cope with a diagnosis of pancreatic cancer.

So ,obviously,it’s important to be discerning.

What I need are “good thinkers.”There are many of them,but I’m afraid they don’t appear on any lists because by their nature, they are rebels and do not like to be categorised like a research article in a university library.

I shall raise a glass of iced  sparkling  water (with a slice of lemon) to you, and should you feel it necessary  any time you will definitely have my ears.

Recently, we’ve been away on holiday for local council elections and didn’t get around to organising a postal vote.

Today, we were at home and  made a political  vote for one  local Borough Councillor and one  Police Comissioner. I voted to the best of my ability.

Didn’t make it up to the polling station until 8.20pm and the photo I’d publicity worked as I brought my drivers licence even though the photo,much like a passport photo,looks pretty scary.I was verified and voted in the funny little booths.

I’m pretty certain it was a pencil to mark my X.Which I thought strange.Suppose they use an eraser to rub my vote out?

Any way I voted.

A la derecha,a la izquierda.

Max Ehrman’s Desdereta has always inspired me. The above quote in the title has always resonated with me.