beckity

A s the sun goes down on this year we will never forget, my heart is breaking a little bit. That the arrogance of British privilege and a misplaced sense of superiority should have won out over common sense and solidarity with friends and neighbours breaks my heart. That the people who have fought so tirelessly against the calculated lies and twisted promises of so-called leaders will now have to suffer the consequences of such a stupid decision breaks my heart. That the children of friends and strangers will no longer have the ease of movement among different lands that my children will continue to have breaks my heart. That people who have considered the UK their home and future and have contributed for years are now being treated as unwanted outsiders breaks my heart. That my parents will have to get a visa to visit their grandchildren little more than two hours away by train breaks my heart. Alone you go faster, but together we go further. Happy New Year indeed. May 2021 be filled

 I hurry the children along, but we should be ok. Every Tuesday we have barely a quarter of an hour to gather the three of them from their different classes, bundle them into the car and head to the music academy where Molly's music lessons are held.  I strap Louise in, close the boot after Elsie and Molly have put their bags in, and get into the driver's seat. As I check my mirrors I see a jogger coming towards us down the road. "Come on, come on" I mutter, and he continues along the road.  "Pourquoi pas drive?" Louise asks me in her typical fashion, the last word of the sentence making allowances for the fact that she knows I always speak to her in English.  "I just have to let this jogger past" I explain, glancing at my watch and breathing out. "Go, go go!" I direct at the jogger in question, as he runs around the car and continues, finally joining the pavement. "Mais il est  débile  ce mec !" Molly exclaims. "Molly! Don