This is a good one!
discussion for a brief period brought to mind tonight a thought.
the thought was instant, like a flash and not unknown.
the richness of education....and the difference in education....life time of it, actually.
its all rather bungled up together.
in this instance i think its pretty straight forward as i was only taking on one aspect.
It started with the fact that a certain person was rather nervous of a 'possible' court trial, to defend self from five charges.
"I am going to do a mock trial before we get to the court room."
yes, ok but this really got my goat.
I asked her what did she think my offense was - murder?
well it was not a lot to do with the offense, nor the court appearance, but Experience!
As in educational experience, as in what confronts you after your education or during it!
to me its simple.
you have the lifetime...of education...of living...interpretation....skills....and finally we have the results - diplomacy or complete and utter lack of it.
and both come from Education and of living that education and the results thereof.
there isn't a lot to argue about when you face paint and a two dimensional speaker of colour, vibrancy and intoxication.
You are overtaken completely and the paint wins hands down.
I dont have to debate that fact, argue over it, and neither do i have to be diplomatic to win cos there is no winner in this!
Colour wins. Its vibrant, non verbal, non-judgemental, engaging and pretty safe actually, unless you kill it with 'overkill of 'palette-knife!'
On the other hand, the kill might come first so there is no longer the chance to argue the rights and wrongs and the disadvantages and advantages of the matter.
you work up to the prevention and in the process learn a valuable skill and it is pretty much diplomacy as in the skill of - Diplomacy.
Ah to be diplomatic when faced with the trials of life, the life-style.
in this there is no winner either.
one has to either win or lose and the odds are too great, so diplomacy wins hands down.
who is the better for their education?
a diplomate who negotiates the turbulance of mostly dysfunctional systems, disability, disadvantage and troubled persons with abuse issues and other?
Or a person who learns to understand their limitations through the engagement with a non-vocal medium that can if let, run amok before your eyes.
when one is struggling to contain the colour as it starts to go out of control you do tend to add more, take away some, a bit there and not so much here and omg, you cannot go any further, it gets abandoned or it succeeds.
there is no diplomacy in that.
we have a negotiator with the aggressor in one and we have a screamer screaming to contain 'oh jaysus its getting a bit beyond me, this.'
Yellow!
I am Green to be the negotiator and diplomat.
but very sunny about being a person who loves the soul in the surroundings where language is never uttered just that slight curve of the lip on the smile.
I have done pretty much as i have with colour.
i slashed and burned with the tongue as i would with the palette knife!
you win some you lose some!
you take a chance on this my friend.
but the diplomat works hard so that all win and no one loses, all win so that there isn't an outright winner and neither is there an outright loser.
but both have an essence of similarity - an achievement of understanding in the experience.
we have the peaceful peaceful calm (on the outer surface anyway) of the person who treads the boards with excellence and softness.
We also have the peaceful calm for the person who does not want to engage with language on such a level as to over power.
Experience has taught, one can crash out with overpowering language and not win that one, hands down.
so with the colourful language expressed in a non visual way you lose a lot.
with a relating tonal value of non grating colour but harmony one tends to win hands up and 'Ha, i told you so," (here she raises the hands), diplomacy of the long distance runner!
the lesson in the diatribe is 'Education is a life time learning skill.'
there are no outright winners and there is definitely no outright loser.
i win for peace.
she wins for being peaceful!
i state my case
The court case - may NOT materialise!
AWNYAH TODAYSAY Ann living in the Republic of Ireland and it is not a good thing. We have now ratified the EU convention on the rights of people with disabilities, yet we failed in ratifying the optional protocol, allowing us ability to make complaints to the EU under the convention, with little facility to do so in our own country. We go unheard in every sense of the word. This is unjust and leaves us more vulnerable and open to abuses. We are suffering. I am suffering.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Learning Curves very Curvy
It was a seriously bad few days, but hopefully my best friend and dear sis is feeling a bit calmer and settled.
tis good she is away from me right now. we have both needed this indeed.
it was a case of clashing titans really. we are great when we both feel the responsibility is off each other - for each other.
i feel that but cannot say if my twin feels this too. but i guess we both yearn to be what we always were for so long - individuals in our own right.
this is what every single person wishes and even if you dont wish it, time will always make you what you are.
Living is the process of getting to understand yourself, your environment, what suits you best and what defo doesnt.
it is also a process in understanding what being human is, who you want to help along the way, what groups of people you have a deep desire to assist in life, even in little ways.
For my twin is those who have been sexually abused by Clergy, especially Adults who are a specific vulnerable group to which Law does not really help due to this 'age of consent' cut off.
In my case i have loved the elderly.
I have always felt that special need, burning need to ease the suffering i have seen in the elderly.
I see their vulnerability and i love to make them laugh and make them feel that they are 'special' and really they are for they carry the history and knowledge of the process and they in turn help the next generation and the next.
we deny this wonderful group of people the right to express experience which enhances their lives and yours also.
I never cease to be amazed at how stoical elderly people are, but then what choice have they?
many times i feel maybe i misread this as in reality it could be 'giving up' and 'sitting it out' to the day they lie down for the final time.
We do abuse the elderly.
we defo do.
they are so precious and they always have been to me.
I remember little dumpy Annie. Ah for the Love of Annie i would have moved mountains.
a nervy woman who brought up four boys in two bedrooms, one being her own and her husband, with a tiny gally kitchen and no bathroom whatsover and no running hot water whatsover and only an open fire for heat.
she who was worried each Christmas to get the plum pudding right.
it was massive, tied up in a big cheese cloth it was a large ball.
when it came for the pud to be placed on the plate all four boys would be summoned home for the task and they did the job well but with Annie dancing on tiny plump feet and shouting and wailing for the pudding's life as a complete ball of fruit!
The horror being if it 'fell away!'
It never did in all the time i knew her.
Annie left the door open and I used to take a break from my work as a graphic artist mid morning, shut my door (never locking it either) and run across the road to shriek up "have you got the kettle on?'
" Oh yes Ann come on up, tis on!'
we sat and she fussed and nerved about everything and i calmed her and reassured her.
everything was a delight to do for My Annie.
she was MY Annie, and always will be.
she loved you. she just did.
she felt you precious too and used to try get me married off!
it was her burning desire to have me married, and it was my burning desire not to comply with her wishes!
it was part of the charm and fun of knowing my Annie.
But all people to me serve their time in my existence for very good reason.
I have a personality and soul and character that I do love people without a doubt but something inside of me wants to be mostly alone and free of people.
it has to be that way to stay the little bit connected in the first place.
its about the balance being kilted in the favour of silence and solitude rather than to communication and socially expert and experienced.
i spin so easily if my personal balance is not achieved.
why? i will never know.
but this is the case.
If there are too many people in my life i become miserable and profoundly distressed.
i cannot cope with it. Armageddon then arrives, we have what i call blow out, everything goes white! Like a 'blown' photograph, over exposed.
today the balance was right i feel.
A coffee with Magda, a bit of the charity shops too, a bit of a laugh.
then it was to be with twin in that loving space to talk quietly and lie next to her on the bed resting and connecting so that both of us can continue in lifes path.
you do feel the better of the relationship if taken in bite size pieces and you are not left in a turvy.
we also sat on the swingseat and my twin admired the patch and said she loved being there, and told me i had created some thing special here.
what more could you want.
Praise!
all things today were a happy mix of differences, Saffi played outside when i went on a dervish of a gardening spree for about two hours, who was in a heaven, i was.
its plucking weeds heaven!
then all going to bed in peace, feeling that resolution of the bigger dramas and life events will come about.
i hope my twin left with the saying she brought home to me last time
"all shall
be Well, And All Shall
be Well, And All Manner
of Thing
shall be Well." (Mother Julian of Norwich)
tis good she is away from me right now. we have both needed this indeed.
it was a case of clashing titans really. we are great when we both feel the responsibility is off each other - for each other.
i feel that but cannot say if my twin feels this too. but i guess we both yearn to be what we always were for so long - individuals in our own right.
this is what every single person wishes and even if you dont wish it, time will always make you what you are.
Living is the process of getting to understand yourself, your environment, what suits you best and what defo doesnt.
it is also a process in understanding what being human is, who you want to help along the way, what groups of people you have a deep desire to assist in life, even in little ways.
For my twin is those who have been sexually abused by Clergy, especially Adults who are a specific vulnerable group to which Law does not really help due to this 'age of consent' cut off.
In my case i have loved the elderly.
I have always felt that special need, burning need to ease the suffering i have seen in the elderly.
I see their vulnerability and i love to make them laugh and make them feel that they are 'special' and really they are for they carry the history and knowledge of the process and they in turn help the next generation and the next.
we deny this wonderful group of people the right to express experience which enhances their lives and yours also.
I never cease to be amazed at how stoical elderly people are, but then what choice have they?
many times i feel maybe i misread this as in reality it could be 'giving up' and 'sitting it out' to the day they lie down for the final time.
We do abuse the elderly.
we defo do.
they are so precious and they always have been to me.
I remember little dumpy Annie. Ah for the Love of Annie i would have moved mountains.
a nervy woman who brought up four boys in two bedrooms, one being her own and her husband, with a tiny gally kitchen and no bathroom whatsover and no running hot water whatsover and only an open fire for heat.
she who was worried each Christmas to get the plum pudding right.
it was massive, tied up in a big cheese cloth it was a large ball.
when it came for the pud to be placed on the plate all four boys would be summoned home for the task and they did the job well but with Annie dancing on tiny plump feet and shouting and wailing for the pudding's life as a complete ball of fruit!
The horror being if it 'fell away!'
It never did in all the time i knew her.
Annie left the door open and I used to take a break from my work as a graphic artist mid morning, shut my door (never locking it either) and run across the road to shriek up "have you got the kettle on?'
" Oh yes Ann come on up, tis on!'
we sat and she fussed and nerved about everything and i calmed her and reassured her.
everything was a delight to do for My Annie.
she was MY Annie, and always will be.
she loved you. she just did.
she felt you precious too and used to try get me married off!
it was her burning desire to have me married, and it was my burning desire not to comply with her wishes!
it was part of the charm and fun of knowing my Annie.
But all people to me serve their time in my existence for very good reason.
I have a personality and soul and character that I do love people without a doubt but something inside of me wants to be mostly alone and free of people.
it has to be that way to stay the little bit connected in the first place.
its about the balance being kilted in the favour of silence and solitude rather than to communication and socially expert and experienced.
i spin so easily if my personal balance is not achieved.
why? i will never know.
but this is the case.
If there are too many people in my life i become miserable and profoundly distressed.
i cannot cope with it. Armageddon then arrives, we have what i call blow out, everything goes white! Like a 'blown' photograph, over exposed.
today the balance was right i feel.
A coffee with Magda, a bit of the charity shops too, a bit of a laugh.
then it was to be with twin in that loving space to talk quietly and lie next to her on the bed resting and connecting so that both of us can continue in lifes path.
you do feel the better of the relationship if taken in bite size pieces and you are not left in a turvy.
we also sat on the swingseat and my twin admired the patch and said she loved being there, and told me i had created some thing special here.
what more could you want.
Praise!
all things today were a happy mix of differences, Saffi played outside when i went on a dervish of a gardening spree for about two hours, who was in a heaven, i was.
its plucking weeds heaven!
then all going to bed in peace, feeling that resolution of the bigger dramas and life events will come about.
i hope my twin left with the saying she brought home to me last time
"all shall
be Well, And All Shall
be Well, And All Manner
of Thing
shall be Well." (Mother Julian of Norwich)
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Oh lordie, dearie me!
i can rightly say that was the mother of all thunder storms in my patch today, fork lightening, sheet lightening, clashes, bangs, hisses, water pouring down in rivelets all over the land, disruption as in earthquake disruption, cracking, smashing, moving great big volumes.
the running this way, that, belting, pushing and flinging - the sky had opened, it was armagedon!
my twin and i fought - again, but a baddie.
this will have to go down in history of the storm of the Ishael.
and the Duns for that matter.
there will have to be an essay on twinship, surely this has called for one without a doubt.
where is the woolly notion of twindom?
who did the dum dee thing and it wasnt just Lewis Carroll?
if the people really knew, like, they are so DUM!
also this is equal to a love-hate relationship.
cannot live without, cannot live with!
we bloody know all the whys too.
its madness.
You really HAVE to have stayed knotted in one room for ones entire existance to have the twiddle in the dum dee for sure.
if you did that, you would have been called insane.
we didnt, we became what we are now for not living together for over 40yrs and right now both of us are standing on our heads.
and both, to boot, putting on weight!
i hope by now that my language will be noted for its reference to a certain childrens book - which by the way, i never could understand either.
it was double dutch, how on earth the children of the day understood the stuff in that is beyond me.
i got that book at around ten and i felt an idiot not understanding it. it was so tough i turned it all up-side-down and looked at the pictures!
to be serious. every single person alive is totally and utterly different.
entirely.
not even twins can claim to be any different.
yes, quite a bit is similar and a hell of a lot is different.
on the love side, we do that ok.
we both have to work out why on this one too.
i love my twin, can i explain it?
No, if fighting like this happened between couples they would be filing for divorce and cashing in the dosh.
my twin and i never seem to walk away, despite our horrible words of late.
also i think its because we are growing fat in a very narrow and weeny social housing unit.
to leave the room for another one to pass is the INSANE bit!
imagine if you wanted to turn on the telly and the other person was between it and you, that person would have to get up and walk out, when the telly was on, that person walks right back in!
at least prisoners only get these cell like conditions when they are confined to quarters for bed and lights out!
And i have to draw the line on dogs, large ones, are jumping in my bedroom window to land on my body before i am awake, thats kind of very very annoying to say so mildly.
this great big gallumping woolly on top of me without warning, yikes that is not good at all.
anyway we have kissed and made up (my twin and i, i mean), saffi needs to back off a bit though.
whats to be done, whats to be done?
will the 'forever homes' please march in right NOW.
the running this way, that, belting, pushing and flinging - the sky had opened, it was armagedon!
my twin and i fought - again, but a baddie.
this will have to go down in history of the storm of the Ishael.
and the Duns for that matter.
there will have to be an essay on twinship, surely this has called for one without a doubt.
where is the woolly notion of twindom?
who did the dum dee thing and it wasnt just Lewis Carroll?
if the people really knew, like, they are so DUM!
also this is equal to a love-hate relationship.
cannot live without, cannot live with!
we bloody know all the whys too.
its madness.
You really HAVE to have stayed knotted in one room for ones entire existance to have the twiddle in the dum dee for sure.
if you did that, you would have been called insane.
we didnt, we became what we are now for not living together for over 40yrs and right now both of us are standing on our heads.
and both, to boot, putting on weight!
i hope by now that my language will be noted for its reference to a certain childrens book - which by the way, i never could understand either.
it was double dutch, how on earth the children of the day understood the stuff in that is beyond me.
i got that book at around ten and i felt an idiot not understanding it. it was so tough i turned it all up-side-down and looked at the pictures!
to be serious. every single person alive is totally and utterly different.
entirely.
not even twins can claim to be any different.
yes, quite a bit is similar and a hell of a lot is different.
on the love side, we do that ok.
we both have to work out why on this one too.
i love my twin, can i explain it?
No, if fighting like this happened between couples they would be filing for divorce and cashing in the dosh.
my twin and i never seem to walk away, despite our horrible words of late.
also i think its because we are growing fat in a very narrow and weeny social housing unit.
to leave the room for another one to pass is the INSANE bit!
imagine if you wanted to turn on the telly and the other person was between it and you, that person would have to get up and walk out, when the telly was on, that person walks right back in!
at least prisoners only get these cell like conditions when they are confined to quarters for bed and lights out!
And i have to draw the line on dogs, large ones, are jumping in my bedroom window to land on my body before i am awake, thats kind of very very annoying to say so mildly.
this great big gallumping woolly on top of me without warning, yikes that is not good at all.
anyway we have kissed and made up (my twin and i, i mean), saffi needs to back off a bit though.
whats to be done, whats to be done?
will the 'forever homes' please march in right NOW.
MONOPOLY OF 'DISADVANTAGE'
I RESPONDED TO A COMMENT RECENTLY WITHIN A FAMILY OF 'YOU THINK YOU ARE BADLY OFF, LOOK AT...' AND TRIED TO EXPLAIN THIS TO HIM AND MYSELF AS BEING A BIT OF A DAFT REASONING CONCEPT.
IT DOES COME UP ALL THE TIME.
WE TAKE A LOCAL ISSUE AND THAT OF AN INTERNATIONAL ONE.
FIRSTLY THE WORST, THE INTERNATIONAL, 'HORN OF AFRICA' CONFLICT. THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS OF BABIES AND CHILDREN AND MOTHERS WILL DIE EVEN WITH INTERVENTION.
WE ALL MUST TRY TO HELP AS BEST WE CAN AND SO FAR AWAY IT SEEMS THAT BEST CAN BE WITH FUNDS TO THE AID CHARITIES AND ADVOCATING OTHERS DO LIKEWISE.
I AM REPULSED BY THE IMAGES AND GET FAR TOO UPSET TO WATCH.
OTHERS MIGHT FEEL THAT THE IMAGES ARE ALSO A WAY TO SHOW THE WORLD THAT THIS IS AN UTTER OUTRAGE FOR THE WORLD COMMUNITY OF MANKIND TO LET THIS HAPPEN ALL OVER AGAIN - IT IS JUST THAT, A CRIMINAL HUMAN OFFENSE AGAINST OUR FELLOW MAN.
REFLECTING ON THE REMARK OF 'WELL YOU THINK YOU ARE BADLY OFF...' I LISTENED TO OUR X-PRESIDENT MARY ROBINSON LAST NIGHT.
SHE WAS ASKED ABOUT HER VIEWS ON SOMALIA AND BECAUSE SHE IS IRISH ASKED HER VIEWS ON OUR TROUBLED LITTLE ISAND.
SHE NEVER ONCE MENTIONED 'YOU THINK WE ARE BADLY OFF, YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN WHERE I HAVE JUST RETURNED FROM'
SHE ANALYSED IT WELL. SHE NOTED TOO THAT MANY ARE SUFFERING HERE ON THIS ISLAND, THROUGH GREED REALLY AND MISMANAGEMENT OF THE COFFERS, SHE TOLD THE INTERVIEWER THAT IRELAND IS SUFFERING AND MANY FAMILIES ARE TOO, HER COMMENT NEXT WAS THE NUB OF IT ALL, A COMMENT THAT IS WORTHY OF BEING HEARD.
'WE ALL MUST HELP EACH OTHER IN THESE TIMES' SHE REITERATED THAT WE ARE KNOWN FOR THIS 'HELPING HAND' BUT RIGHT NOW IN IRELAND WE MUST HELP THOSE WHO ARE NOT DOING AS WELL AS OTHERS IN OUR MINI CRISIS.
SHE SHOWED THE CHRISTIAN WAY. YOU DO NOT DISMISS A HUMANITARIAN CRISIS - EVER, BUT NEITHER DO YOU COMPARE FOR IT IS INCOMPARIBLE.
SUFFERING IS JUST THAT, IN ALL ITS RAW REALITY, SUFFERING.
ALSO I HAVE ALWAYS SAID THAT 'SUFFERING' IS THE HUMAN CONDITION, NO ONE ESCAPES.
WHEN A PERSON REALS OFF A LIST OF PERSONAL 'SUFFERING' IT IS NOT TO DENY OTHERS OF THEIR OWN.
ANOTHER FALLICY.
ITS ALWAYS AN EXPRESSION OF NEED AND DESPAIR.
A FACT OTHERS ARE SUFFERING TOO IS RECOGNISED IF YOU ARE A SENSITIVE PERSON AND I BELIEVE I AM.
ONE THING IS HARDER TO RECOGNISE, THE SUFFERING OF THOSE WHO PRETEND THAT THEY ARE HEALTHY AND LOOK HEALTHY AND THEN WHEN YOU HAVE SHOT THEM DOWN IN THE VERY WAY YOU HATE, THEY COME OUT WITH 'YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT MY PROBLEMS ARE'
YOU WOULDNT ACTUALLY UNLESS THERE WAS SOME ENGAGEMENT OR RELATIONSHIP ON THAT LEVEL. IF THERE IS NONE, YOU CANNOT BE EXPECTED TO KNOW.
MOST IN THE IMMEDIATE CIRCLES OF INSULAR GROUPS ARE NOT MEDIA MATERIAL AND THUS HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THEMSELVES AS NEEDING CERTAIN THINGS TOO.
IF WE DONT THERE IS MISUNDERSTANDING.
BACK TO THE AGENDA OF THE VERY WORD 'SUFFERING' AND ABOUT MONOPOLY AND USING THIS WORD TO MAKE OTHERS FEEL DREADFULLY BAD.
TO COMPARE IN THE MANNER DESCRIBED IS THE ULTIMATE 'PUT DOWN' ON A PERSON.
THIS IS THE BLACKMAIL OF THE MODERN AGE, AN EXCUSE BUT ALSO IT IS HURTFUL AND AIMED TO MAKE THE OTHER FEEL A SELFISH BITCH.
AND WHY IS THIS DONE - SIMPLY PUT - NOT TO LIFT A FINGER TO HELP, IN THE WORDS OF OUR HUMAN RIGHTS FIGHTER, MARY ROBINSON, WE ALL MUST HELP EACH OTHER, IS THE OPPOSITE TO THIS COIN.
IT IS IN FACT MAKING KNOWN THAT THE WAY FORWARD HAS BEEN CUT SEVERELY - YOU, OF ALL PEOPLE BECAUSE OF YOUR 'LESSER STATE OF SUFFERING' WILL NOT BE HELPED.
SOMEONE HAS SLASHED A DIVIDING LINE THERE AND WILL LEAVE IT THERE.
THERE ARE ONLY A FEW THINGS IN COMMUNITY THAT CAN TEAR PEOPLE ASUNDER, ASKING FOR HELP, BEING NEEDY AND TAKING ONES PARTNER IN ADULTERY BUT AGAIN THE WORST, SEXUAL ABUSE HAS INDEED 'CATEGORIES' AND SO THE LINE CAN BE SLASHED UNDER SOME AND NOT OTHERS. BIZARRE.
IT IS SO EASY TO DESTABILIZE A PERSON AND MANY KNOW THE WAYS. ESPECIALLY IF THE WAYS ARE DEVIOUS IN ATTACKING THE CREDS OF ONES SENSIBILITY TO DISADVANTAGE.
IF YOU ARE DISADVANTAGED, YOU WILL SEE IT EVERYWHERE YOU GO AND ARE IN FACT MORE OVER SENSITIZED THAN IF YOU NEVER SEE IT AT ALL.
THIS IS ANOTHER SLUR ON ONES CONCIENCE AND ONES CHARACTER.
ONE WHO TURNS THE OTHER WAY IS EQUAL TO THE PERSON IN THE PARABLE OF THE 'GOOD SAMARITAN' WHERE IT STATES THAT THIS SELECTIVE THINKING WAS AT PLAY AND ONE, ONLY ONE HUMAN CHRISTIAN ACTED IN THE APPROPIATE WAY, GOD'S WAY.
WE MUST HELP EACH OTHER, ON THE GLOBAL STAGE AND ON THE LITTLE COMMUNITY STAGE, AND THE SMALLER FAMILY STAGE.
AMEN AGAIN, AMEN AGAIN AND AGAIN.
IT DOES COME UP ALL THE TIME.
WE TAKE A LOCAL ISSUE AND THAT OF AN INTERNATIONAL ONE.
FIRSTLY THE WORST, THE INTERNATIONAL, 'HORN OF AFRICA' CONFLICT. THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS OF BABIES AND CHILDREN AND MOTHERS WILL DIE EVEN WITH INTERVENTION.
WE ALL MUST TRY TO HELP AS BEST WE CAN AND SO FAR AWAY IT SEEMS THAT BEST CAN BE WITH FUNDS TO THE AID CHARITIES AND ADVOCATING OTHERS DO LIKEWISE.
I AM REPULSED BY THE IMAGES AND GET FAR TOO UPSET TO WATCH.
OTHERS MIGHT FEEL THAT THE IMAGES ARE ALSO A WAY TO SHOW THE WORLD THAT THIS IS AN UTTER OUTRAGE FOR THE WORLD COMMUNITY OF MANKIND TO LET THIS HAPPEN ALL OVER AGAIN - IT IS JUST THAT, A CRIMINAL HUMAN OFFENSE AGAINST OUR FELLOW MAN.
REFLECTING ON THE REMARK OF 'WELL YOU THINK YOU ARE BADLY OFF...' I LISTENED TO OUR X-PRESIDENT MARY ROBINSON LAST NIGHT.
SHE WAS ASKED ABOUT HER VIEWS ON SOMALIA AND BECAUSE SHE IS IRISH ASKED HER VIEWS ON OUR TROUBLED LITTLE ISAND.
SHE NEVER ONCE MENTIONED 'YOU THINK WE ARE BADLY OFF, YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN WHERE I HAVE JUST RETURNED FROM'
SHE ANALYSED IT WELL. SHE NOTED TOO THAT MANY ARE SUFFERING HERE ON THIS ISLAND, THROUGH GREED REALLY AND MISMANAGEMENT OF THE COFFERS, SHE TOLD THE INTERVIEWER THAT IRELAND IS SUFFERING AND MANY FAMILIES ARE TOO, HER COMMENT NEXT WAS THE NUB OF IT ALL, A COMMENT THAT IS WORTHY OF BEING HEARD.
'WE ALL MUST HELP EACH OTHER IN THESE TIMES' SHE REITERATED THAT WE ARE KNOWN FOR THIS 'HELPING HAND' BUT RIGHT NOW IN IRELAND WE MUST HELP THOSE WHO ARE NOT DOING AS WELL AS OTHERS IN OUR MINI CRISIS.
SHE SHOWED THE CHRISTIAN WAY. YOU DO NOT DISMISS A HUMANITARIAN CRISIS - EVER, BUT NEITHER DO YOU COMPARE FOR IT IS INCOMPARIBLE.
SUFFERING IS JUST THAT, IN ALL ITS RAW REALITY, SUFFERING.
ALSO I HAVE ALWAYS SAID THAT 'SUFFERING' IS THE HUMAN CONDITION, NO ONE ESCAPES.
WHEN A PERSON REALS OFF A LIST OF PERSONAL 'SUFFERING' IT IS NOT TO DENY OTHERS OF THEIR OWN.
ANOTHER FALLICY.
ITS ALWAYS AN EXPRESSION OF NEED AND DESPAIR.
A FACT OTHERS ARE SUFFERING TOO IS RECOGNISED IF YOU ARE A SENSITIVE PERSON AND I BELIEVE I AM.
ONE THING IS HARDER TO RECOGNISE, THE SUFFERING OF THOSE WHO PRETEND THAT THEY ARE HEALTHY AND LOOK HEALTHY AND THEN WHEN YOU HAVE SHOT THEM DOWN IN THE VERY WAY YOU HATE, THEY COME OUT WITH 'YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT MY PROBLEMS ARE'
YOU WOULDNT ACTUALLY UNLESS THERE WAS SOME ENGAGEMENT OR RELATIONSHIP ON THAT LEVEL. IF THERE IS NONE, YOU CANNOT BE EXPECTED TO KNOW.
MOST IN THE IMMEDIATE CIRCLES OF INSULAR GROUPS ARE NOT MEDIA MATERIAL AND THUS HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THEMSELVES AS NEEDING CERTAIN THINGS TOO.
IF WE DONT THERE IS MISUNDERSTANDING.
BACK TO THE AGENDA OF THE VERY WORD 'SUFFERING' AND ABOUT MONOPOLY AND USING THIS WORD TO MAKE OTHERS FEEL DREADFULLY BAD.
TO COMPARE IN THE MANNER DESCRIBED IS THE ULTIMATE 'PUT DOWN' ON A PERSON.
THIS IS THE BLACKMAIL OF THE MODERN AGE, AN EXCUSE BUT ALSO IT IS HURTFUL AND AIMED TO MAKE THE OTHER FEEL A SELFISH BITCH.
AND WHY IS THIS DONE - SIMPLY PUT - NOT TO LIFT A FINGER TO HELP, IN THE WORDS OF OUR HUMAN RIGHTS FIGHTER, MARY ROBINSON, WE ALL MUST HELP EACH OTHER, IS THE OPPOSITE TO THIS COIN.
IT IS IN FACT MAKING KNOWN THAT THE WAY FORWARD HAS BEEN CUT SEVERELY - YOU, OF ALL PEOPLE BECAUSE OF YOUR 'LESSER STATE OF SUFFERING' WILL NOT BE HELPED.
SOMEONE HAS SLASHED A DIVIDING LINE THERE AND WILL LEAVE IT THERE.
THERE ARE ONLY A FEW THINGS IN COMMUNITY THAT CAN TEAR PEOPLE ASUNDER, ASKING FOR HELP, BEING NEEDY AND TAKING ONES PARTNER IN ADULTERY BUT AGAIN THE WORST, SEXUAL ABUSE HAS INDEED 'CATEGORIES' AND SO THE LINE CAN BE SLASHED UNDER SOME AND NOT OTHERS. BIZARRE.
IT IS SO EASY TO DESTABILIZE A PERSON AND MANY KNOW THE WAYS. ESPECIALLY IF THE WAYS ARE DEVIOUS IN ATTACKING THE CREDS OF ONES SENSIBILITY TO DISADVANTAGE.
IF YOU ARE DISADVANTAGED, YOU WILL SEE IT EVERYWHERE YOU GO AND ARE IN FACT MORE OVER SENSITIZED THAN IF YOU NEVER SEE IT AT ALL.
THIS IS ANOTHER SLUR ON ONES CONCIENCE AND ONES CHARACTER.
ONE WHO TURNS THE OTHER WAY IS EQUAL TO THE PERSON IN THE PARABLE OF THE 'GOOD SAMARITAN' WHERE IT STATES THAT THIS SELECTIVE THINKING WAS AT PLAY AND ONE, ONLY ONE HUMAN CHRISTIAN ACTED IN THE APPROPIATE WAY, GOD'S WAY.
WE MUST HELP EACH OTHER, ON THE GLOBAL STAGE AND ON THE LITTLE COMMUNITY STAGE, AND THE SMALLER FAMILY STAGE.
AMEN AGAIN, AMEN AGAIN AND AGAIN.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Unpaid work.
When i lose the plot i do so with flare and flourish and it is not a pretty sight, with snot running down, teeth wobbling in the mouth, drouling, spitting due to inability to form words well and tears which i shouldnt have for i am told my glands there are under power.
Not so when in a flourish it seems.
there has to be a theory behind that one!
not pretty either when you have practically bullet proof glass between you and the CEO of the local HSE office and metal doors on another.
Why, this is an area of high instances of drug and substance abuse, and few services.
but to cover all that, the lack of services - there are fallen trees climbing the wall racks and printing ink that isnt cheap either.
i must have picked one of each leaflet on all the walls and it came to a hefty file. including one say 'Your health, your say." or something to that effect.
Like hell.
Chewing gum must now be the blue tack of the service for the police chew it on duty and the district nurse does too.
I had two chewers face me today.
NOTHING is done between the lot of them for people with disabilities here in my little green country.
we have paper trails going down the length of the liffey for each person in Ireland.
Who pays a sick person to try sort social and health problems when no professional seems to have the resources, will or much to offer me, and certainly i dont get paid for it and its very hard labour.
I with asperger am fighting the HSE for very basic services, ten years down the road with the Archbishop of Dublin with no solution.
Buying houses, dealing with solicitors, estate agents, sorting out surveyors, court case of a minor vindictive law breaking stewed up in spite by a young woman who has been disciplined by her own superiors.
How can a person keep this going as well as organising food collection, ceoliac diets, special boots, driving a sick twin to clinics with no doctors appearing. pissing rain, driving the bloody roads daily on health duties and using the phone for duties to a person who could do with some help.
It is this sort of thing that i can understand how a person takes a gun out and after the spoil shot him/herself.
when people sit around and do nothing and are fit, healthy, earn a wage, have a qualification from a third level institution, a pensionable job, (none of these geezers can be sacked) what am i to do who is clocking up miles and no one to put the bill to.
How can it be that such a person as i for forty years was deemed as sort of 'mentally deficient and incapable' be allowed to buy a house, deal with solicitors, surveyors and a person with Parkinsons disease and make sure the small social housing unit is organised like a boot camp so that order is contained.
what was the thinking behind psychotropic drugs in bucket fulls down my throat for a condition i never had but still be prescribed in the name of medicine?
what is the point of stuffing me when i am now acting as business woman, social worker (for another social worker) taxi, telephonist, accountant, Occupational Therapist, nuititionist, and physiotherapist. Oh i now have enough education to act as a house assessor and estate agent too!
and yet i am driven in despair to belt down metal health service doors for help for i cannot continue multitasking with the conditions i do have now.
it is no mean feat.
I feel betrayed by all and sundry, family, housing, hse, clergy, medicine and consultants of every description bar one.
and i now have to try and get rid of MRSA which is back again in my failing body.
you cannot be allowed break walking sticks against metal to get help.
You cannot be allowed face highly qualified personel with great jobs for life and booted to the police when they cannot sort it.
to sort my situation is to give me basic help and support.
Basic.
the history of one person says it for most who are disabled and sick in Ireland.
we bandy around the services like rattle snakes hissing.
all the while my files get thicker resembling a tome equal to the bible and costing carbon foot prints.
its a waste of money, man!
waste of ink,
waste of time,
waste of education,
waste of skill.
waste of money,
waste of space,
waste of trees,
waste of transport (they have to be carted around like albatrosses, for they surely must be that if nothing else).
all the while the world moves around on its axis and the sick do not by God.
i shall have to end a rant, for its not very coherent, but one thing does not add up in this failed economy.
why spend 36million on a local seafront, and zero euro on social housing for sick and disabled and disadvantage?
we have a monte carlo town and a harlem back street where staff hide behind bullet proof glass and metal doors, chewing chewing gum, taking phone calls and writing that up for posterity.
the sick will always be with us, as too the poor, but the wood of the boat will sink many times.
and even the design fades, but not disability.
sick of it.
Not so when in a flourish it seems.
there has to be a theory behind that one!
not pretty either when you have practically bullet proof glass between you and the CEO of the local HSE office and metal doors on another.
Why, this is an area of high instances of drug and substance abuse, and few services.
but to cover all that, the lack of services - there are fallen trees climbing the wall racks and printing ink that isnt cheap either.
i must have picked one of each leaflet on all the walls and it came to a hefty file. including one say 'Your health, your say." or something to that effect.
Like hell.
Chewing gum must now be the blue tack of the service for the police chew it on duty and the district nurse does too.
I had two chewers face me today.
NOTHING is done between the lot of them for people with disabilities here in my little green country.
we have paper trails going down the length of the liffey for each person in Ireland.
Who pays a sick person to try sort social and health problems when no professional seems to have the resources, will or much to offer me, and certainly i dont get paid for it and its very hard labour.
I with asperger am fighting the HSE for very basic services, ten years down the road with the Archbishop of Dublin with no solution.
Buying houses, dealing with solicitors, estate agents, sorting out surveyors, court case of a minor vindictive law breaking stewed up in spite by a young woman who has been disciplined by her own superiors.
How can a person keep this going as well as organising food collection, ceoliac diets, special boots, driving a sick twin to clinics with no doctors appearing. pissing rain, driving the bloody roads daily on health duties and using the phone for duties to a person who could do with some help.
It is this sort of thing that i can understand how a person takes a gun out and after the spoil shot him/herself.
when people sit around and do nothing and are fit, healthy, earn a wage, have a qualification from a third level institution, a pensionable job, (none of these geezers can be sacked) what am i to do who is clocking up miles and no one to put the bill to.
How can it be that such a person as i for forty years was deemed as sort of 'mentally deficient and incapable' be allowed to buy a house, deal with solicitors, surveyors and a person with Parkinsons disease and make sure the small social housing unit is organised like a boot camp so that order is contained.
what was the thinking behind psychotropic drugs in bucket fulls down my throat for a condition i never had but still be prescribed in the name of medicine?
what is the point of stuffing me when i am now acting as business woman, social worker (for another social worker) taxi, telephonist, accountant, Occupational Therapist, nuititionist, and physiotherapist. Oh i now have enough education to act as a house assessor and estate agent too!
and yet i am driven in despair to belt down metal health service doors for help for i cannot continue multitasking with the conditions i do have now.
it is no mean feat.
I feel betrayed by all and sundry, family, housing, hse, clergy, medicine and consultants of every description bar one.
and i now have to try and get rid of MRSA which is back again in my failing body.
you cannot be allowed break walking sticks against metal to get help.
You cannot be allowed face highly qualified personel with great jobs for life and booted to the police when they cannot sort it.
to sort my situation is to give me basic help and support.
Basic.
the history of one person says it for most who are disabled and sick in Ireland.
we bandy around the services like rattle snakes hissing.
all the while my files get thicker resembling a tome equal to the bible and costing carbon foot prints.
its a waste of money, man!
waste of ink,
waste of time,
waste of education,
waste of skill.
waste of money,
waste of space,
waste of trees,
waste of transport (they have to be carted around like albatrosses, for they surely must be that if nothing else).
all the while the world moves around on its axis and the sick do not by God.
i shall have to end a rant, for its not very coherent, but one thing does not add up in this failed economy.
why spend 36million on a local seafront, and zero euro on social housing for sick and disabled and disadvantage?
we have a monte carlo town and a harlem back street where staff hide behind bullet proof glass and metal doors, chewing chewing gum, taking phone calls and writing that up for posterity.
the sick will always be with us, as too the poor, but the wood of the boat will sink many times.
and even the design fades, but not disability.
sick of it.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
condemnations plus plus and such fruits of politics, NO.
a spirited speel in Dail Eireann today by Enda, our guy at the top!
It was good, and right for sure, no disputing that. I hope it will bring the change that is so badly needed.
a few small things did niggle me as i wriggled through this speach.
we are, according to our man at the top, a 'modern nation,' 'a republic' with our own statute books and laws etc.
Yes, we are a state in our own right, modern is debateble, republic too is very debatable.
we are in the claws of others who are basically running our finances for us!
we are broke, down and out!
Modern, NO. A very big, NO!
I wish to clarify why i feel this -
this is an immense area to clarify for it crosses all spectrums of society in our 'modern, republic of Ireland'
The agendas are immense.
we are very 'down' in our human rights status across the board.
We are continually being pulled up by Amnesty and other commentators for our Mental health services, abuse, no specialised place for young women and boys who have mental health difficulties.
We did not follow through on the superb work 'Vision for change'
Nothing has been implimented on the promises made there.
We have been pulled up for not having an appropiate housing place for young offenders who come from troubled backgrounds.
We also have a severe problem with State care of those young people who have been taken into the care of the state for safety reasons.
they leave care with no basic education and left to fend for themselves almost right away.
We also tend to lose our young children and teenagers in care, they are not assigned a specialist social worker within a timeframe that is reasonable and many end up dead with no accounting for their deaths or records of their time in care and specialised provisions, files too are lost in a melee of inefficiency.
We are letting down CHILDREN in care, in mental health services and in the young offenders centres, in education and in disability.
We have slashed the Special assistance needed for children in main stream education.
We have a struggle to provide for Autistic children.
No specialised unit for Cystic Fibrosis, yet we have the highest incidence in Europe.
Ditto Down Syndrome and Intellectually vulnerable are left in out of date accommodation with no adequate facilitities to integrate, educate and socialise, even sleep in!
Our drug addiction programme has also gone awol and detection and monitoring has bottomed out, with gun crime at a high never achieved before.
Metadone does not work! Period!
We do not recognise Psychotherapy as a valid form of intervention for some of the categories above and we favour psychiatrist above all else.
psychiatrist are the runners of certain systems which incarcerate human beings.
we have a pharmacologoical regime of treatment and no other.
the 'care in the community' has not been achieved ANYWHERE and many are struggling in social housing units, in just about anywhere. they are left, they have no skills and still remain with mental health issues and no intervention or follow up at all. two so far, that i personally know of, have died within a short time frame in her own social housing unit.
she did not cope at all well.
Neither did her friend who died within months of her.
we do not have enough neurologists to deal with the amount of people presenting with neurological problems, see Prof. Orla Hardiman, beaumont speak elequently on this one.
We still have long waiting lists for colonoscopies which is outragious, even barium meals now have long lists of people waiting. Privately this costs 265 a shot of chalk down gullet!
I know i have to go for that soon.
Effectively or 'ineffectively' we have no effective health service at all.
Modern Ireland isnt looking so good right now eh?
Recessionary cuts.
Pensions for those with Disability have been cut TWICE since this government got in.
these people, this sector need every penny they can just to survive, that is before they er, Live!
Fuel and electricity allowances have been stopped and i am unsure if 'living alone' allowance has too.
Has the tv licences and phone units allowed beein stopped too?
Housing:
No suitable specialised adapted units in my borough has ever hit the drawing board for people needing a home who happen to be on the social housing list.
Now all such intended works to make better provision for the unfortunates on housing lists, medical housing lists have now been informed that all will be considered as housed if they are in rented accommodation or have a roof over there head, irregardless of whether that is as a family or jamming up in an extended family, also if that means the housing is totally unsuitable too bad, tis a roof.
the housing stock will not be refurbished now.
and recently all the care of each housing stock has been put under the duty of the tenant to keep up to perfection, even privately rented accommodation the landlord was responsible for outside duties of the premises, and danger alerts too. but in our boxes, not homes, just small spaces many in bad disrepair we are in charge of everything absolutely everything.
yet we pay the council for the priveledge of having substandard housing for need.
we pay bin charges.
parking outside our own social housing units.
We have not enough money to employ Personal Assistants to help citizens of this 'modern republic' engage in Independent Living which is our right in the charter for people with a disability.
we can be shunted into places against our wishes and before our time.
most of the auxilary specialists are now part time in the community.
such a work load left is impossible, is fractured and also unworkable.
communication between professions is poor or over good where juplication of records and notes are forever.
my file with the social worker right now is as fat as the Bible.
I have had him over a year i think.
a lot of paper and nothing to show for it.
case conferences too take money and nothing comes of them.
Hospitals now. (This getting better?)
'I cannot respond to every complaint we have so many.'
said to me today. She who picked up MRSA within the space of a short week in hospital.
neither can they guarentee that men will burst in when a patient is starkers and washing alone in her room.
nor have security men barge in either and the door porter, all can barge in without notice or warning and they cannot guarentee that this wont be able to be stopped in future.
Our elderly too are in a poor state with less services now.
Our modern society Ireland has taken on board the 'individualist' agenda of the rich kids growning up to 'further their lives' in the boom times, in other words we have a pack of 'me feiners' who no more know what disadvantage is than the spy eye of the man made of cheese on the moon!
we have no morality as seen by our crash,
no ethical standards.
promises are broken.
we have a culture of gombeemism where nothing really gets done.
we have a culture of under the pissing rain complain about all and sundry and do feck all, aka after the mass on the parish wall swinging the legs and smoking the cigarette, thats where our policies and proceedures are dreamed up.
Enda may have been there behind the billowing green garment of the priest as he stands sentinel outside do a bit of hand shaking too and working 'policy' with a smile/smirk.
I have said enough.
we are a modern nature with a third world country and a bog irish dynamic to sort difficulties which have yet to be sorted since the founding of the state and more following suit due to cut back.
oh, there is no recession in Avoca wicklow, the handweavers with the pricy coffees and potato salad at E8 a portion.
how do i know this, twin and i dropped in after a bit of jumbletown collecting freebies, and asked an attendent how the crisis was effecting business.
oh we have no recession at Avoca.
NOPE, wasnt reflected in the crowds, the attire, prices and eating habits!
we have to become Modern to be able to say we are a Modern state!
It was good, and right for sure, no disputing that. I hope it will bring the change that is so badly needed.
a few small things did niggle me as i wriggled through this speach.
we are, according to our man at the top, a 'modern nation,' 'a republic' with our own statute books and laws etc.
Yes, we are a state in our own right, modern is debateble, republic too is very debatable.
we are in the claws of others who are basically running our finances for us!
we are broke, down and out!
Modern, NO. A very big, NO!
I wish to clarify why i feel this -
this is an immense area to clarify for it crosses all spectrums of society in our 'modern, republic of Ireland'
The agendas are immense.
we are very 'down' in our human rights status across the board.
We are continually being pulled up by Amnesty and other commentators for our Mental health services, abuse, no specialised place for young women and boys who have mental health difficulties.
We did not follow through on the superb work 'Vision for change'
Nothing has been implimented on the promises made there.
We have been pulled up for not having an appropiate housing place for young offenders who come from troubled backgrounds.
We also have a severe problem with State care of those young people who have been taken into the care of the state for safety reasons.
they leave care with no basic education and left to fend for themselves almost right away.
We also tend to lose our young children and teenagers in care, they are not assigned a specialist social worker within a timeframe that is reasonable and many end up dead with no accounting for their deaths or records of their time in care and specialised provisions, files too are lost in a melee of inefficiency.
We are letting down CHILDREN in care, in mental health services and in the young offenders centres, in education and in disability.
We have slashed the Special assistance needed for children in main stream education.
We have a struggle to provide for Autistic children.
No specialised unit for Cystic Fibrosis, yet we have the highest incidence in Europe.
Ditto Down Syndrome and Intellectually vulnerable are left in out of date accommodation with no adequate facilitities to integrate, educate and socialise, even sleep in!
Our drug addiction programme has also gone awol and detection and monitoring has bottomed out, with gun crime at a high never achieved before.
Metadone does not work! Period!
We do not recognise Psychotherapy as a valid form of intervention for some of the categories above and we favour psychiatrist above all else.
psychiatrist are the runners of certain systems which incarcerate human beings.
we have a pharmacologoical regime of treatment and no other.
the 'care in the community' has not been achieved ANYWHERE and many are struggling in social housing units, in just about anywhere. they are left, they have no skills and still remain with mental health issues and no intervention or follow up at all. two so far, that i personally know of, have died within a short time frame in her own social housing unit.
she did not cope at all well.
Neither did her friend who died within months of her.
we do not have enough neurologists to deal with the amount of people presenting with neurological problems, see Prof. Orla Hardiman, beaumont speak elequently on this one.
We still have long waiting lists for colonoscopies which is outragious, even barium meals now have long lists of people waiting. Privately this costs 265 a shot of chalk down gullet!
I know i have to go for that soon.
Effectively or 'ineffectively' we have no effective health service at all.
Modern Ireland isnt looking so good right now eh?
Recessionary cuts.
Pensions for those with Disability have been cut TWICE since this government got in.
these people, this sector need every penny they can just to survive, that is before they er, Live!
Fuel and electricity allowances have been stopped and i am unsure if 'living alone' allowance has too.
Has the tv licences and phone units allowed beein stopped too?
Housing:
No suitable specialised adapted units in my borough has ever hit the drawing board for people needing a home who happen to be on the social housing list.
Now all such intended works to make better provision for the unfortunates on housing lists, medical housing lists have now been informed that all will be considered as housed if they are in rented accommodation or have a roof over there head, irregardless of whether that is as a family or jamming up in an extended family, also if that means the housing is totally unsuitable too bad, tis a roof.
the housing stock will not be refurbished now.
and recently all the care of each housing stock has been put under the duty of the tenant to keep up to perfection, even privately rented accommodation the landlord was responsible for outside duties of the premises, and danger alerts too. but in our boxes, not homes, just small spaces many in bad disrepair we are in charge of everything absolutely everything.
yet we pay the council for the priveledge of having substandard housing for need.
we pay bin charges.
parking outside our own social housing units.
We have not enough money to employ Personal Assistants to help citizens of this 'modern republic' engage in Independent Living which is our right in the charter for people with a disability.
we can be shunted into places against our wishes and before our time.
most of the auxilary specialists are now part time in the community.
such a work load left is impossible, is fractured and also unworkable.
communication between professions is poor or over good where juplication of records and notes are forever.
my file with the social worker right now is as fat as the Bible.
I have had him over a year i think.
a lot of paper and nothing to show for it.
case conferences too take money and nothing comes of them.
Hospitals now. (This getting better?)
'I cannot respond to every complaint we have so many.'
said to me today. She who picked up MRSA within the space of a short week in hospital.
neither can they guarentee that men will burst in when a patient is starkers and washing alone in her room.
nor have security men barge in either and the door porter, all can barge in without notice or warning and they cannot guarentee that this wont be able to be stopped in future.
Our elderly too are in a poor state with less services now.
Our modern society Ireland has taken on board the 'individualist' agenda of the rich kids growning up to 'further their lives' in the boom times, in other words we have a pack of 'me feiners' who no more know what disadvantage is than the spy eye of the man made of cheese on the moon!
we have no morality as seen by our crash,
no ethical standards.
promises are broken.
we have a culture of gombeemism where nothing really gets done.
we have a culture of under the pissing rain complain about all and sundry and do feck all, aka after the mass on the parish wall swinging the legs and smoking the cigarette, thats where our policies and proceedures are dreamed up.
Enda may have been there behind the billowing green garment of the priest as he stands sentinel outside do a bit of hand shaking too and working 'policy' with a smile/smirk.
I have said enough.
we are a modern nature with a third world country and a bog irish dynamic to sort difficulties which have yet to be sorted since the founding of the state and more following suit due to cut back.
oh, there is no recession in Avoca wicklow, the handweavers with the pricy coffees and potato salad at E8 a portion.
how do i know this, twin and i dropped in after a bit of jumbletown collecting freebies, and asked an attendent how the crisis was effecting business.
oh we have no recession at Avoca.
NOPE, wasnt reflected in the crowds, the attire, prices and eating habits!
we have to become Modern to be able to say we are a Modern state!
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