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MAKING NEW FRIENDS.

This morning two delightful young women came to our house, they were both in their first year at university, so we could have been something in the relationship of grand-parents.  Of course we have no biological connection. They arrived at our front door as complete strangers.  Two charming young women from if I remember correctly Kent, it soon became clear that in normal social circumstances we would never have met. The prestigious university, probably the largest commercial enterprise in the city, seems to be looking to minimise town and gown friction by setting up a befriending scheme.  We agreed, in a very bold moment to be part of this initiative.

   Two lively eighteen year old girls arrived on Saturday at the appointed time; one was clearly 6 foot tall, the other 6 inches less. ( I’ve decided I’m shrinking my skirts are getting ridiculously long)  Height is something which always makes a big impact on me.  They were polite and courteous, the taller one rather shy and quiet, the dark haired girl very vivacious and talkative.  It soon became clear that they came from a very different social background to my husband and myself.  As a child I lived in a council house, I was fortunate that free education was part of the post war world, I passed the 11+ and went to grammar school.  There was consternation about the extremely expensive school uniform, but a small grant was available so my parents were able to make sure I wore the same uniform as everyone else. 

Tiny hints made it clear our guests experience was totally different, they had been to independent schools, of course they did not directly make any reference to this.  We talked about education, their studies and the dreadful mess the world is getting itself into.  Time passed very quickly, soon they were leaving, what they made of two ancient characters like us I have no idea.  Maybe we seemed like two ancient mariners relics of a long ago time and a far away country called the past.  To us it was an adventure.

 

 

 

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FABUULOUS.

My favourite programme of the week, brightens up my Saturday and Sunday nights, Strictly Come Dancing.  In these short, cold, dark days, it is a dazzling concoction of; lights, a kaleidoscope of ice-cream colours, movement and music.  Don’t tell anyone but I find some of the music the most disappointing aspect of the whole show.  I can’t detect a melody, a clear rhythm or indeed much that is pleasurable and familiar about the music played for the professionals and their celebrates to dance to.  The unkind may say my tastes were fixed at a much earlier period and I have no appreciation of modern music.  I confess I find much twenty-first century music a chaotic noise lacking all charm and musicality.  The music  of the 1950s and 60s.

Its a delight darling.  I like the comments from the judges, the remarks on the dancing by Len, the extravagant gestures of Bruno, the harsh judgements of Craig and the kind comments  of Darcy, who has fully embraced the celebrity status, and dazzles and glitters as if in a fairy-tale.  The show has all the ingredients you could possibly want: the vitality and speed of the professional dancers, not to mention the good looks of the male dancers, the swish and swirl of the dresses, the elegance, the drama and even the wicked step-mother.  (the thought passes through my mind, it could be the twenty-first century type of pantomime).

If     you want to recall it   https://youtu.be/TbLFzDrikMU.

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A DIFFERENT VIEW OF BRITAIN.

This is an unusual view of British society,  there are certain facts that appear difficult to assimilate.  Throughout the twentieth century Britain has been in a constant state of change.  there have been waves of immigration; Jews from Russia and Poland, successive waves of immigration from Ireland, the displacement of people during the 1 World War and the much greater movement of people after the 2 World War from the devastated countries of Eastern Europe.  Yet we like to think of ourselves as a homogenous  British group that we have been since the days of the Norman Conquest a thousand years ago.  Two groups that are largely missed out from this story are those who came on the Empire Windrush in the 1940s from the West Indies and those who came from India and Pakistan, from what was then the British Empire.

Another subject mentioned only briefly was Britain’s leading part in the inhuman Slave Trade for two hundred years.  Some British families got exceedingly rich and set up their very large estates on the profits of this trade between Africa and the Caribbean. Some beautiful mansions were embellished with paintings and elaborate furniture  bought with the profits of treating human beings as if they were bits of machinery to be used ceaselessly and thrown aside when their usefulness came to an end.  Historically Britain’s part in the slave trade has been minimised to the point of being a footnote.  Maybe generations have to pass before we can face the full horror of what we have done.

Of course we know that workers in Britain in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries worked in appallingly dangerous conditions: in the mines, in the factories, on the land and in the ships.  The only issue that mattered was Profit.  The workers were not owned by the coal owner, instead it was a kind of serfdom.  The programme ‘Black and British: a Forgotten History’ by the historian David Olusoga on BBC2 was brilliantly done.  I’m looking forward to episode 2 tonight.

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BEAUTIFUL PLANET.

The BBC have produced an breathtakingly  amazing, gloriously filmed programme about this incredible planet which is our home:

https://youtu.be/3TfxHdVLzOM

The photography is wonderful in its scope, its exquisite detail and the magnificence  of its overhead views.  We have never seen the earth like this before.   Together with the narration by Sir  David Attenborough it is a work of art, the photographers are the Rembrants of the twenty-first century and the words set the moving pictures in a story  we can all understand.  A lot of superlatives here but everyone completely necessary.

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MAGIC WORDS.

Young babies learn amazingly quickly when they are hungry they cry and someone feeds them, when they are wet someone changes them. At the same time the baby responds to mother by gurgling and smiling at this caring person.  The caring person responds in very much the same way and also by adding some words: whose a beautiful baby then.  Very quickly mother and baby are communicating with  words.  Some time later Bill or Sue will learn to walk and then walking and talking will develop with astonishing rapidity.  Much of this learning is a one to one business, one person speaks and the other listens, they take turns.  Sitting in front of a television set is completely different.  There is no to-ing and fro-ing , the programme has no interest in the person watching whether that person is two years old or eighty-two.  It is totally unresponsive.

    I heard on the radio that some children in England starting school in their fifth year are scarcely able to talk.   Teachers expect children to follow simple instructions and to be able to respond using brief sentences.  It is inexpressibly sad that young children in a rich country like this one start school  at such a terrible disadvantage.  There is a view  that the education of poor children is an unnecessary expense because they will get ideas above their station.  In this rapidly changing world who knows what skills and knowledge will be required in 20 or 30 years.  Countries where only a small wealthy elite are educated like Saudi Arabia or Syria tend to develop very unhappy populations ripe for any demagogue who appears.  What follows is hundreds if not thousands of deaths and a society always in poverty.  In countries where the education of every child matters for example Finland, Sweden or The Netherlands populations, societies are at the forefront of modern developments and their societies are peaceful and prosperous.

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THE VICTORIAN SLUM.

Documentary on BBC2  17/10/2016.

The phrase ‘the past is another country’ describes in very few words the strangeness and absence of familiar landmarks which studying in detail our own past of a hundred and fifty years ago.  The circumstances of everyday life; living conditions, working, eating and sleeping are so different from anything we know today it could be the Brazilian rain forest or life in the Arctic snows of Greenland.  For anyone interested in family history like me it is relatively easy to go back a hundred and fifty years and discover where my ancestors were and what they were doing.  Of course the words written down on the page have nothing like the huge visual impact of seeing living people living in one dirty depressing room, no bright colours, no soft furnishings, broken windows, nothing to look at at all.

The narration by Michael Mosely filled in some of the extremely harsh facts which formed the background to the lives of the families flooding into London at that time.  My ancestors came to the industrial towns of the North-east of England in search of work, mostly from the more rural parts of the country.  A hundred years later Parliament recognised the huge gap in living conditions between the 1% of the very wealthy and the poverty of the vast majority of ordinary people.  There had been talk and actions by the trade unions to improve the lives of working people. Most members of Parliament were very much against the amelioration of working peoples lives but the Lloyd George Liberal government passed the first Old Age Pensions Act of 1908, a non-contributory scheme paid to those over 70 (the deserving poor) and in 1911 the first National Insurance Act, a contributory scheme to pay out sickness benefit for a regulated time to the worker to ill to work.  This was the beginning of the Welfare State.

Mosely mentioned in the programme that the average age of death was 40 years and many people did not survive beyond 20 years and many children died of malnutrition and infectious diseases.  The broader aspects of the Welfare State were debated in the early years of the 2nd World War when there was a Coalition Government.  The Labour Party was keen to introduce a system of health care for everyone, free at the point of need;  an improved free system of secondary education to continue until the age of fifteen and support for those too ill to work.  The  Conservative Party appeared willing to go along with these ideas in order to get the cooperation of everyone  in the efforts to defeat Hitler and bring an end to the war.

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AN AUTUMN DAY.

WALKING  AND  TALKING.

          Yesterday I went out to the shops, not exactly an adventure, more of a routine everyday shopping trip.  For me it was in fact special, I had my amazing new walking frame with me, I think its called a rollator; it has four wheels, two handles and a seat in the middle.  My dodgy knee and my bionic hip need a little help with this walking business.  I walked to the bus stop and hubs folded up the frame and in no time I had a seat on the bus.  You will be amazed to learn that a caring government actually pays the fares.  I think the Chancellor plans to bring in another austerity measure to put a check on extravagant pensioners.

      At the shopping centre I alighted, there are extensive building works going on so the easiest thing was to go to Sainsbury’s and have a stroll round.  I was perfectly in control of my body and my machine.  Its some little while since I’ve been able to pick up my own tomatoes and bread, today I could.  Some bananas, some salad, a small packet of chocolate biscuits and it was time to go to the check out.  I avoided those self check-out stands, I’m paying my money I want a shop assistant to serve me.  Just time to make our way to the bus-stop.  Perfect.  The talking I can do all by myself, hearing is another matter.  So my first outing with the machine went off splendidly.  I had a little nap when I got home, I read in an important paper, half an hour refreshes every part. I’m in total agreement.