When it becomes a nightmare

 Hello. I'm trying to write a blog post but I'm getting the words in the wrong order, so I'll cut it down to the basics and see how it goes. 

My parents were ordinary working class, and not very clever. I've no idea what my mum did before she came to the UK. My dad worked in a bakery, and later became a steel erector at a power station. A manual job I think. They were workers and went out every day to earn the money. We lived in a Council house. 

Junior school for me was alright, but I didn't like Secondary Modern school. I failed the 11plus so no Grammar school for me. I plodded along until I left at 15. Couldn't wait to get away. 

Life after that was pretty straight forward. I went to work, changed jobs, moved about a bit, found boyfriends. I have had a pretty easy ride through life. Fell in love, fell out of love. Cried some and laughed a lot. 

So my question is, how come I see other people making such a hash of their lives. Qualifications mean nothing when you are short of  basic common sense. 

Something I picked up on this morning. Breakfast with the pussies in front of the TV. I watched in amazement. Why would anyone fly off to another country for a medical procedure that was purely for cosmetic reasons. Injecting dodgy chemicals into parts of the body to merely enhance the shape of it has to be nuts. And then, wait for it, it all goes wrong and they wish they had never done it. Open wounds that won't heal, risk of infections, then needing surgery to rectify the damage. The promise of a new beautiful you, eventually becomes a nightmare. 

Where is the common sense? I am thankful that I have enough to see me through the ups and downs of life. As I said previously, it's all down to risk. If in doubt, just say no. 

Busy today. Catch you later. Toodle pip.   ilona