Back on my soap box

I have been stupendously bad tempered today.
I have to thank my masseur for listening to my woes and for even shedding a tear with me too while giving me a back massage. My shoulders and left arm were really painful again.
To say she found a few knots in my shoulders, was like saying it's a bit damp in the rain forest. My back was as lumpy as the WWII mines that you used find in the sea.

And thank you to Jean who gallantly calmed me down and didn't get scared when I was ranting and raving, as I was on boiling point when she came round.
I think my concerns about my mother going into a home had really hit home today and some of the attitudes that have been bandied around, have really caught me off guard.
Mother seemed worse today and didn't want to get out of bed, which I found really worrying.
It was also as hot as hell in her bedroom and I was terrified of catching this infection and then I felt equally ashamed that I was thinking of myself while she looked so poorly.
I really hope that these tablets kick in soon, but they are the same ones that made me very depressed and paranoid on my last infection, so I hope that doesn't happen to her. But I think the fact that she is now worrying about leaving her home is making her feel down.
So well done Jean, you were very brave being with me today as I either get weepy or very angry and today it was the latter.
I actually enjoyed getting pummelled today at physio, great stress reliever.

Add the London riots into my melting pot of things that are wrong in the world and you have a volcanic waiting to blow.
What are these poor under privileged people who are looting shops, complaining about? Poor housing, no work etc? Strange that the real people that have something to complain about, like the homeless who live in cardboard boxes are sleeping on the streets and not behaving like lawless thugs. Are the homeless looting? I think not.
These people who were looting TVs etc, where were they taking them too... Ooo their homes!
When I was younger there was no shame of living in a council property. You made them into your home, something to be proud of.
The councils that have now got huge cleaning up bills to pay, aren't going to have money to spare for problems on the estates that the decent people are complaining about now are they, the thugs have seen to that haven't they. Most councils are broke, so where the hell are they suppose get the money from for this lot?
Work? Well if I had my way, they would have plenty of work now in the shape of cleaning up the awful damage, of burnt out cars, broken shop fronts and burnt out buildings etc that they have caused. All while wearing bright orange jackets so we could throw rotten tomatoes at them!
Strange how people are always moaning about immigrants taking the jobs here, but the immigrants manage to find work, so these people who are moaning, do they actually go for these jobs or are they beneath them?

My life hasn't been a bed of roses either, but I don't whinge about the injustice of it all. When our boys were younger, I would go out cleaning, hairdressing and have a part time job to help my husband with the bills and the little luxuries in life like school uniforms and shoes for them and plus I always had time to join in community projects to make our village a better place and as far as I remember, rioting and looting the local Coop was never one of them!
Life is shite at times, but the old saying is very true; 'If life hands you lemons, then make lemonade'.
My mother who has known real hardship is my worry, not silly kids in hoodies and scarves over their faces moaning that life is hard.

Lots of love Debbie x