A Mother's Story: The school report
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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This is the beach at Burbo Bank, Crosby, home of Antony Gormley's cast iron statues, collectively known as 'Another Place'. We...
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Well, we came to an amicable arrangement, quite unplanned as it happened, because Keith got to navigate the car through people's back y...
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My eyes filled with tears as I read this. I cannot imagine how awful it would be to lose one of mine.
I'm a bit angry that Hugh isn't here to witness the developments you outlined but you must have seen the recent news which claims that more soldiers have been dying through suicide than from IED's etc.. Though he was alone, he was not alone.
A poignant post. Flighty xx
Thanks for that, David.
Yes, I have seen those reports and statistics, YP. Hugh was referred to a psychologist after he had been in Bosnia when he was only about 19. He went once and then made strenuous efforts to have the referral deleted from his records because of the negative way counselling etc was viewed in the army. I guess it's the same today. PTSD is too often seen as a sign of weakness.
Thanks, Flighty. It all hits home unexpectedly now and again.
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