Good morning
Just briefly. . . .My head is not in the mood for blogging.
Having a short break.
Need to step away.
Great sadness within my family.
Need to gather my thoughts.
Back soon.
ilona
Good morning
Just briefly. . . .My head is not in the mood for blogging.
Having a short break.
Need to step away.
Great sadness within my family.
Need to gather my thoughts.
Back soon.
ilona
Good morning.
Someone put a report in on the UK Litter Picking page. They have been monitoring two laybys on the A453 in North Leicestershire, for two years. They have taken photographs and gathered video evidence of the litter problem there. Over that time they have contacted every environmental agency and every authority they can think of to come and sort the problem out. This has led to a lot of dead ends where no one is interested. The litter picker has reached the end of her tether, she feels that she has exhausted every avenue available to her, and is about to give up. I sense the despair in her lengthy report on this situation.
Good evening.
You may have noticed that I recently published a nasty comment, someone calling me arrogant. I've been called worse. I publish if I have a reply, or delete when I can't be bothered. I delete a lot more comments that you don't see.
There really is no point in trying to get through to trolls. Their whole world revolves around punching someone in the face. Their aim is to inflict hurt and pain on their victim. When you retaliate that gives them even more ammunition to twist the knife.
Some people are pretty screwed up. They are at the mercy of their genes, and their upbringing. It doesn't matter how much you try and engage with one of these anonymous people, their sole intention is to bring you down. They may never give up, spiting their vitriol for the rest of their lives. What a sad life they must have.
If I do publish one of these nasty comments, the last thing I want is for others to jump to my defence. While I appreciate the support, that only exacerbates the situation. I can fight my own battles if need be. Nasty comments bounce right off me. My zest for life will never fade. Come back next week, next month, next year, I'll still be here.
Remember when Papillon, Steve McQueen, jumped off a rock into the sea, and floated away? The last words he said, 'I'm still here'. A cracking good film.
Thank you for reading my blog and watching my videos.
Toodle pip. ilona
Don't worry about what is going on. The Home Office is in control and has everything covered.