A Mother's Story: The school report
Plaster board and dust
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... -
When all this first happened, last week, I was sure that I would not want or be able to mention it at all on this blog. Now, however. I feel... -
This is Keith in the car park of Moel Famau country park this morning. We decided that, as Christmas day this year was going to be a q...
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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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