morning all – well 10 people visited this site yesterday and not one comment. Nobody, it appears, is concerned about the issue so why should I? Today I turn over this space to my daughter………She spends most of her time indoors because of her disability, this piece was aired on her local radio station…..
"The window opens up a world to me like bars on a prison cell. I see an old man who digs his garden to tend to his vegetables. He stands, looks up and waves.
Then I smell the cooking of dinner next door, it makes me hungry. My friends come and see me, all the birds you see. I have a tree outside that I can see out of my window. There are bird feeders and they love them, sparrows, robins, blue tits and more.
When I get outside, I look at my plants and their happy nodding heads. The fresh air is cooling and welcome and the sun’s hot rays ease my joints. I go to the beach and sit on the golden sand. The sea is so calming and serene.
I take off my shoes and paddle in the water and the waves are like silk lapping over my feet. The sound of people laughing and having fun is music to my ears. Fish and chips for supper and an ice cream or two.
In ******* the new and old dance together like old friends. The cathedral’s spire towers high, slicing through the clouds and up to God above. The streets are full of people going on their way. Like little ants they rush here and there.
The smell of a bakers and the lilt of the ******* voice make me smile. I go down by the river to feed the swans and the boats are moored by the sides. Buildings are being knocked down.
The football stadium looms over me, green and yellow is all I see. Like birds in a hurry as people mill by to go to the match.
Up the cobble streets I go, to another time and space. You feel like time has stopped and an eerie chill surrounds the streets. I think I can hear the sound of horses’ hooves somewhere in the past.
Then I see the flat lands of the Fens stretching as far as the eye can see. Apple trees in the spring come to life, blossom like a spark of light that has just been switched on.
The gentle flow of the river nearby, no-one around to hear. Birds call and tractors dig in the earth to bring life to the barren land. Then a mist appears. I am back on my bed, looking out of my window. You see, this ******* life is just a dream to me."
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