I bought some lovely plants today from a little local pop up nursery. She does open weekends every so often and has a wonderful eye for colour combinations. Then I started making a chocolate roulade. Trying to stick to my muchly broken rule of being able to make treats but not buy easy treats. So I keep the ingredients in the house for cake and cookies or popcorn. If I want something easy I can have an apple and a sliced of cheese. Welcome to the inside of my food head.
The inside of the rest of my head is less happy. I feel like I've lost so much confidence over the last few years and since Jo Cox and Brexshit I feel so cowed. My sister got targeted by a neighbour on Facebook with trolling canvassing for the Tories. After she blocked him, he commandeered his wife's account and was really abusive. My sis was heartbroken - this guy had been considered a friend. I said my bit about his behaviour (not his politics). The really embarrassing bit was running into his wife the very next day at a creative workshop. Gawd that was a moment. She confided that she was upset and angry with him. We had an awkward hug and tried to get on with things. My view of her situation was suddenly a whole lot more sympathetic.
It's misogyny all the way down.
Starting drinking seems so tempting at times. But for the aversion to getting drunk. 1935-1945 was ten short-long years. Have we started our decade yet? During my time at Oxfam I learned that it took approximately 10-15 years to create a paradigm shift for a cause (they had piles of research on this) I never stopped to think before about it working for xenophobic ideologies. Being on the side of the angels is no comfort when you wonder exactly how and when you will joint the ranks of those to be othered by the zeitgeist.