January 26th, 2020

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I'm back 🙏

“Be — don't try to become”
― Osho

So, we survived the 400-mile round trip to London.

It was lovely to see my eldest daughter, Evie, and to spend some time in her new flat and to have lunch together in a wonderful Turkish restaurant. 

London can be...amazing at times.

And now?

I'm here.

I'm typing these few words, and feel blessed.


Because, life, despite its (apparent) contradictions, is still a mind-blowing 'experience'. I know it doesn't always — sometimes never — feel like that but when we're gone, well, we're not here to experience any of it.

Today I'll mostly be catching up with housework, preparing for the week ahead and, yes, going to the gym with my youngest daughter, Florrie. She's really got the bug and I feel privileged to have this time with her. I know in a few years time she'll have left home and will be doing her thing.

I'll spend a bit of time reading and walking the dog but I won't be doing so with any expectation. They will both happen and I'll fully immerse myself in each moment.

What about you?

Do you have any plans? Do share.

I'll check in later for sure; I've missed seeing what everyone's been up. 



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Rip off world

Whether it's motorway service stations or the big supermarkets, I can't help feeling that we're being taken advantage of.

I understand that there's a profit to be made, but who's actually making the real profit?

It's conjecture, but not the producer.

As a case in point, yesterday we went into a tiny Turkish store that had been recommended to my eldest daughter as the go-to place for humous and bread.

We bought a 0.5kg tub of humous for £2.49 and a huge piece of fresh bread for £1. And today over breakfast and lunch, we've well and truly filled our boots.

I know, being a big consumer of humous from all the major outlets and, even, the local health food store in Totnes, that this amount of humous would cost us in excess of £10 and the bread at least £3.50. Now perhaps this shop doesn't want to or isn't making a profit but I very much doubt it. 

I accept that this is my personal opinion but there's something niggling me knowing that with all the excess packaging, the road miles and the marketing, we're all paying a very high price for wanting such extraordinary choice. 

Perhaps that's it: we all need to reduce our expectations, buy from local producers and, where appropriate, protest with our feet in not accepting these exorbitant prices.

What do you think?

Do you think we're being ripped off?



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