A sunny day in my Village, croissant, cafe vinnoise, sunshine, the voices chatting away in French, the unmistakeable aroma of the coffee, the food, the architecture, stonework house, blue street signs and the feeling of safety, freedom and the undoubted sense that athough it is my home, it is also a place I had to leave to return to England to give evidence and try and save my childrens lives from the actions of men in the country. The truths are being exposed of the awful and shameful behaviour of a so many people towards the most vulnerable members of society. A country that followed the advice Imperial College London academics, so over quarter of a million people died prematurely and unecessrily. Comments made by the men and women who made these decisions reflect the problems in England. ‘Let the bodies pile high’ the use of the police to target breaches, when the politicians with the full cooperation of police and security services breached the rules and survived. Whlst thousands of people who had to follow the rule perished. Neighbours told on their Neighbours. Famillies and children had no access to education. My last return home to france ended with me in ditch, my tyre sabotaged, when by rights i would have been on a motorway in France, potentially killing myself or hitting another car. The men repsonsible not caring. Rather dead than being able to speak, giving evidence against sex offenders and child sex offenders. I have no doubt this behaviour is seen in other countries. However I am reminded that in the most simple act of sipping vinnoise eating a croissant, practicing my french, grocery shopping. I feel the simplest of pleasures, a sense of safety and love for a place, that once upon a time as a very young child I remember feeing with family, freedom fun safety and belonging. Simple.
Coffee Croissant France…. Home!!!!
Daily writing prompt
Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.