We bought a Ninja Creamy, so the fridge is crammed with fruits waiting to be whizzed into something with a million calories, by the time theyāve added the condensed milk, cream and pistachio cream, because weāre nothing if not on the zeitgeist in this house. I mean, are you even alive if you havenāt made several versions of Dubai Chocolate? So yesterday, when I reached in to find dinner ingredients, out tumbled Ā grapes and strawberries and I shouted āF**KāS SAKE,ā then, āSorry about that girls!ā and LSB says to me, donāt worry, youāre in esteemed company, obviously referring to Trumpās blooper when he stepped off Marine One and lost his shit.
Poor LSB is sick looking at my ‘ What The ABSOLUTE F**K?’ face. The news gets worse every day, and Iām screaming at Alexa to turn it off when it pops up on BBC Six Music on the half hour, with that reassuring āsonic thudā as an intro, which seriously, they need to address because itās become a total trigger for me.
So I try not to listen, and endeavour to avert my eyes in the shops lest I catch sight of whatever apocalyptic headline the Daily Mail have decided to run with, to generate as much terror as possible. Their sole aim, I am convinced, is to stir up as much fear as they can and make us believe that the way to peace is to follow the warmongers’ lead, which sounds a tad counterintuitive to me. It’s all very Orwellian, but hey, what would I know- Iām only a teacher, not say a property mogul or a tech bro: apparently they have all the answers.
But needless to say, the news abroad and the news at home, has my nerves royally shattered. Generally I have a somewhat tenuous grip on sanity, so to be living in these āinteresting timesā has been testing. (LSB will attest to this.)
Itās why I havenāt been on here much, because in the light of global catastrophes, it seems trite to whinge about a rubbish ski trip, a shit house-sitter, or when my children turn up their noses at the wild Norwegian line-caught cod fillets Iāve sourced for their dinner.
To be āproactiveā I contacted my MP, (Gavin Robinson) about the situation in Gaza. After two e-mails, a Facebook request, and a phone call to his constituency office, I finally received a mealy-mouthed two-line response. Big Angry Gav doesnāt seem bothered– I mean, if you want a bag of flour in a war zone, you can only expect to first be hounded into a cage and then shot at, right?But what to do? Iāve kept e-mailing. Iāve kept signing the petitions, Iāve kept making donations. And Iām breathing deeply, running a bit and holding it together, because rocking back and forth in the corner isnāt much help to anyone.
If you would like to share your ways of coping with apocalyptic news I’d love to know. I also forget how much doing anything creative soothes me, by means of distraction. So thank you for reading my words. My mental health is the better for blogging, so I’m grateful that there is an audience out there for my musings. Happy Summer everyone.
Meanwhile:
What Iām watching:
Ā Ghosts with the family. A bit late to the party with this but it is hilarious and clever; a gentle watch if you will, so apt for troubled times.
What Iām reading:
I just finished āLost for Wordsā by Stephanie Butland as recommended by Lucy Mangan and itās wry and poignant: a perfect summer read.
About to start The Dream Count by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie