they merely fade away …. and that’s what this blog has been doing ever since we moved home. I’ve lost my blogging mojo – I start things and never follow through. This has been especially bad this year. Early this morning, lying awake in bed after Grandpa Flea rose at 4.30am to see the eclipse (he didn’t find it), I had an epiphany (secular meaning, of course) – the blog has died. It is no longer Flea-Bites, an enjoyable part of my life. It has become disjointed and dispirited.
I have become angry with the state of the world and the trivialisation of our parliamentary processes; the lack of compassion in our elected representatives for the less fortunate in this world as exemplified by their response to the public outrage over the mistreatment of animals. Refugees,are, like the rest of human-kind, animals too – a fact they seem to have forgotten. I am angry that the prospect of climate change, caused by natural or man-made processes is of less concern to them than playing to the lowest common denominator – that which allows them to hang onto power. It is a joke hanging onto power by whatever means when you corrupt your core values and principles in the process.
I don’t want the precious Flea part of my life contaminated by these feelings. In future, I shall express my feelings of anger and disappointment directly to the people involved. So, it is goodbye to this blog. Thank you for your comments over the years.
PS – Mr Fricative – I understand now how you felt.