Autumn is upon us and, to be frank, Summer here passed in a whirl and blur of hazy days, walks along the shore, examination results, work, time spent with friends, attempts to spend time with friends, planting, weeding, harvesting… So much happened and most of it was utterly delightful.
How have you been?
Art GCSE tucked away, enthusiasm for Maths A-level and Latin GCSE are now the order of the day. (Oh, the lengths to which a mother will go in order to be encouraging and supportive…)
Our final stained glass window is due for installation within the month and I have settled on the builder (and sons) who will repoint the front of the house in the Spring. All seems to be moving along at a pace.
Concerns about the provision of living accommodation in private hostels for post-16 year olds, its lack of registration and regulation have been exercising my mind. It is a national disgrace and, with the knowledge that even workhouses were subject to inspection, begs a question about the value which we place on the lives of specific young people.
There are good folk taking up the battle, so we shall see what will be done in our pre-election climate.
It is in all of our interests that we live well and that we encourage others to do likewise. How long will it take for our society to appreciate and reflect that truth? Who is holding the piece of string?
Take care.
