Do these people have no shame?

You know those affirming posts you read on Pinterest etc that highlight people’s good deeds and restore your faith in humanity? Well sadly this post focuses on the opposite of that.
I am sickened and shocked again today by man’s inhumanity to man regarding the stories that are coming to light concerning flight MH17.

As if it is not awful enough that this plane was shot down by a missile and everyone on board lost their lives now people are looting and ransacking through their suitcases and possessions. And what truly beggars belief is they are boasting about it.

One young woman has posted a photograph of herself with a mascara product taken out of someone’s case. She seems to have no qualms about it and is happily posting it on to the Internet for all too see. I must stress there is some idea this could be a hoax and she does say she did not take the item herself but was given it by her “friend” but if this photo turns out to be genuine she shows a remarkable lack of judgement and compassion.

These tragic events seem to bring opportunitists out of the woodwork who thrive on other people’s misfortune and misery. I would like to know how they would feel if the tables were turned and it was happening to a member of their family. I’m sure they’d be the ones baying for blood the most loudly.

As in the case of the credit card that was ransacked from luggage by another looter and used. This is another event that has come to light today.

Maybe I’m looking at this wrong and being judgemental myself.  Perhaps some of these looters are living in dire straits and are desperate themselves. If that is genuinely true then I feel sorry for them but my ultimate compassion is with the victims of MH17 and their families.

Etiquette in the steam room?

I’m a complete novice to the Steam room that comes included with our gym membership and I can’t help wonder what the etiquette is when you encounter a stranger in there. Obviously there are no written rules to abide by but are there some set of unwritten rules that everyone knows but me? After all I’d hate to have an embarrassing moment a la Chandler Bing in Friends.


Thankfully our steam room isn’t as steamy as that but I do have the added problem of being very short sighted so it could be awkward if I ever had to go in without my husband like the time I nearly followed a stranger into the gym shower. ……

But I digress. Back to my quandary. What should I do when the steam room is already occupied? My husband says the polite thing to do is nod but he’s so laid back he’s almost horizontal so I’m not convinced. I’m used to ignoring people, did it every day for years on the tube so could do that but it seems harsh. Social etiquette would indicate that the person already in situ in the steam room has charge of it so I’m feeling awkward before I even go in.

So this is what happens……

Husband and I open door. Stranger is inside. I see well enough to avoid a Chandler situation and sit on the opposite bench away from stranger. 
I then have the random thought this is the only situation you would ever willingly be half clothed with a total stranger.

Husband nods. Man clears his throat and nods back. I smile weakly. I’m struck by the fact the room smells more strongly of Vicks than usual. I offer up that thought aloud. Man laughs. Then I see the spray bottle in his hand and mortifyingly realise the vaporub smell is due to him.
I flush red but no one can see because I’m lobster red anyway. I drum on my thighs, make low murmured chit chat with hubby and a drip plips on me. Then another. Man sticks it out long enough to make the social point that he’s not leaving just because we’ve come in and then exits.

I breathe a sigh of relief and get dripped on again.
It’s really very nice in the steam room. I think I could actually go to sleep in there if I ever had the chance. This reminds me that when we used the jacuzzi last week hubby met someone he knew from school and I spent the entire conversation trying to force my bottom to stop riding off the seat and also to expel the air from my swimming costume top that led my chest to resemble a large inflatable shelf!

Oh well. Some day I’ll get it right I hope.

Judging a book by its cover.

It should not come as a surprise to anyone who knows me or reads my blog regularly that I was a bookish child. By that I mean reading was and still is a form of escapism for me. I’m always excited to discover new authors and new genres of writing. In fact I feel very disappointed if I don’t have a couple of books on the go at one time.

As an adolescent I gathered most of my ideas about romance and love from the classics I read. I’m still upset that we don’t live in a more Jane Austen world.

I seem to spend a lot of time now reading young adult books stolen from my eldest daughter’s book shelves. This is the genre I’m attempting to place my first novel in. It’s handy having your own critic living in the same household with you!

All that being said whilst there is something romantic and dashing and dangerous about myths and dragons and peril there is an essence to the classics that is difficult to replicate. Hence Pride and Prejudice being my favourite work of fiction.

I have realised lately there are a good number of classics I’ve still not read. I’m currently reading “To kill a mockingbird”. I fell in love with the black and white film adaptation starring Gregory Peck. I’m often disappointed when my favourite books are made into films. There are always details and important things that are left out due to timing or harsh editing. It completely spoils the experience for me.

So. ….. how about you? Do you love to read? Or only read when necessary?

That Retro Style. (weekly photo challenge)

For this week’s prompt “Containers” I have photographed the 2 cupboards that stand in our kitchen. They date back to the sixties. We bought both of them in town and neither of them were prohibitively expensive. I’m very fond of their design and they are both put to good use. One is our coffee cupboard and one is full of glasses and cutlery and other paraphernalia.

Happy weekend.



A real gift?

I’m not convinced at all that my mad scientist friend has good motives in mind by giving me this chip that allows me to know what others are thinking.

Whilst it might be nice and even helpful occasionally to know what others are thinking I think there are more occasions when it would be damaging and destroying.

Would I want to know that the interviewer has already decided on first glance that I’m unsuitable for the job I’m desperately hoping to get?  Would I want to know what my fellow gym members are thinking as I lollop on the treadmill?  Does the minister want to know that sometimes people are thinking of what they’re going to eat when they get home when they’re meant to be concentrating on the sermon? Do I want to know that my husband doesn’t like me that day?

I think if I ever had the ability to know other people’s thoughts I’d be tempted to use it to my advantage, to sway their opinion or make them act in the way I want. Perhaps that’s just me.

The thing is we all have vile thoughts that come unbidden into our minds sometimes. Mean and cruel and things we would never say out loud so as not to hurt people. That is human nature. We constantly war between our good and evil nature.

I am already insecure and paranoid enough sometimes anyway without adding to it. On occasion it can be better not to know things. Although at least you’d know why your mad scientist friend gave you the chip. ………