Why kill wild animals?

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One of the worst things I see on social media like Facebook is photos of proud people posing with dead animals they have shot. I always feel sick when I see them. Their big grins as they stick their boot on the fallen prey or hold up their trophy. I’ve seen dead lions, tigers, Elephants, giraffes, zebras…. But other animals too

Mainly in Africa, but animals hunted in other arts of the world including America. What gets me is that this is in addition to poachers that kill for tusks and hides and horns. These people, men and women seem to need to prove how macho they are, how clever and Great. When in fact they are just proving themselves to be cruel and stupid, and the thing is the more they kill, the less animals there are left in the wild. So I share the pictures, show their evil faces to the world. But if these rich, privileged people would stop to think, take cameras instead of guns. Well we wouldn’t be in this mess would we?

When you’re hurt…

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Everything feels grey.

Pain enfold you,

sucks you in

imobilises you..

The world is small

your house is a cocoon,

hiding your body from the world.

Turning your face from the sun,

learning not to want

not to care,

not to bother,

feeling sore

feeling fed up,

being annoyed by everything.

Not knowing how to escape,

mind tied down

like Gulliver

but unable to travel,

finding no way out

in a hole

deep

lost.

Sore fingers

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My fingers are sore. I am fed up with this, but for months now my hand has been sore from when I do the washing up. Does anyone have an idea what I could do? I’m using a mild detergent but I think I’m going to have to try something with no enzymes in it. I tried gloves but I am apparently allergic to them and the skin on my finger tips became worse.

I’m worried because it hurts a bit when I hold my paintbrush. Anyway. I can see a trip to the doctors coming up.

Tiger Balm

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Can you get me the Tiger Balm for my injured back please? I can’t use the anti inflammatory gel for another five hours. (no tigers involved just menthol) I asked my hubby to fetch it. Its in the bathroom on top of the cupboard.

Five minutes later he came back with some E45 cream in approximately the same sized tub. And a scented candle in a small jar – jasmine scented I think.

Come with me it’s on top of the cupboard. We went through into the bathroom. It wasn’t there anymore. It was there last night. Now, there are model trains and carriages, but no Thai tiger balm. What have you done with it I asked? I don’t know, I didn’t move it. Maybe the cats knocked it off. It might be in the box I tripped over? Getting frustrated now. It’s in the shed, I’ll look, he said.

Ten minutes later. No it’s not there. There is no way I can go out and check with him….

Must be the poltergeist, I said…..

Fall

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I’ve just had a bad fall, tripped over a box of hubbys train bits in the bathroom. Hurt a finger, my elbow my knee and twisted my back. He shouted at me and called me stupid. He’s gone to buy a hot water bottle for my back (I’ve got a bag of frozen sweet corn on it at the moment). One minute I was going to get a wash, the next I flew through the air and landed heavily on the bathroom floor.

It’s an hour later. I’ve got gel painkiller on my back and the hot water bottle. I’m OK leaning backwards but then hard to lean forward again….

I’m fed up.

Home

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Sometimes I want to go home.

Not this house, home,

But the one I grew up in.

The family home and hearth.

TheĀ  place I knew so well

It’s nooks and crannys

The garden and the tree I climbed.

The old swing and the rockery.

Doors I shut forty years ago

Creak open in my mind.

I wish I could shut my eyes and go.

See our old pets, the roses by the back door.

Dad’s motorbike, mom’s hair in rollers.

Little memories make me homesick.

I would drive there now at 2am

But a new family live there.

I feel lost.

I wish…

I miss

Home.