I have been feeling riled in a relatively unfocussed way for most of this week, it has been a busy week. A friend, whom I don’t know well, went to a play place with her two little children and her husband’s money was stolen. Her husband did our bathroom, very well I might add. He is a self employed builder, fastidious and a mega-hard-worker, she a hard-working events manager. There are many variables here, did it fall out of the bag first, did someone actually rummage around for something? No idea, and the play place have not as yet found the CCTV to help them further on that score. If it fell out, someone dropped their conscience and just took it, or else they may have gone a step further and searched for something, again, no idea, but does it matter? The money should have gone straight to the bank from home, not lounged around in a bag for an hour (cue screams of ‘why did I choose to do things in that order?’) - well, you know, we live in rural East Anglia, we don’t have banks around the corner anymore, life gets in the way sometimes, as do two children, and we don’t need to be expecting to be robbed all the time.

My overwhelming problem with this whole scenario is that the setting was a soft play centre. So whoever took it knew that a family would have to go without. In addition, the person who took it is highly likely to have a family themselves. They would be immediately empathetic, you’d think, but, no. I have workshopped in my mind what i would have done, and I come back to the same thing - I would wonder what the person who lost it must be thinking straightaway, and would look around for someone grabbing their kids and looking like they might have a heart attack. I have found several wallets in the past, the thought of anything other than the above has never struck me, I don’t imagine I am alone. We all know what it is to have lost or forgotten something important. The hot neck, the sweaty palms, the feeling that someone is sitting on your chest making it hard to draw a breath in. Is it possible the family who found it were desperate? I think unlikely, given the setting, but you never know. These are peculiar times, when people in full-time employment can remain beneath the breadline thanks to outrageous contracts and skyrocketing rents and bills. My sense of honesty and the values I hold aren’t too skew-whiff as goes the norm, I would have noticed by now. So what has happened that made this an individual’s first instinct, to cut and run and forget the implications?

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Come on flowers, grow!!! Can’t wait to see the Dahlia Bora Bora.

I’ve reached that age where the thought of all my flowers (including Dahlia Nuit D'Ete here) in bloom leaves me breathless with excitement and impatience. Think I got here about 40 years too soon.