And here, we are hanging on also. It has been a challenging week for my partner, Gisèle and Betty in financial terms. On three days this week, my partner has gone without food so that Gisèle could eat (Betty's food is supplied by her owners). Allow me now to assure you, dear reader, that if you have ever felt "a bit peckish" then it is NOTHING as compare to how it feels when your entire food intake over three whole days has consisted solely of:
- four pieces of bread thinly spread with butter-substitute;
- six spoonfuls of malted-wheat cereal with semi-skimmed milk and a dash of sugar;
- a reduced-price, out-of-date potato salad;
- a small bowl of cooked hot pasta with a dab of butter-substitute and some salt and pepper.
And, if you have ever seen any creature - human, canine or otherwise - in ACTUAL tears because they are so hungry - I hope that you will understand.
But we all - Giz, my partner, and I (whilst I remain, hovering and unseen, until the fulfilment of the promise I made to my partner - not unconnected with THIS; that wretched day, in the background - and encouraging the reluctant Gisèle to take her place in the limelight - are THANKFUL.
Yes, we are. Still, despite all this, thankful.
We have friends - you, hopefully, among them dear reader. Friends are the greatest blessing of all. We adore and cherish even those who do not (and they DO exist, as incomprehensible as that may be, whether you believe it or not...) visit this blog. I know - a travesty... But we must allow them their little foibles and love them as they are...
We have our lives. We have a family who loves us. We have many - SO MANY - blessings denied to others around the world.
And so I ask you now to look back upon this past week with me. And be thankful and happy in what you DO have; as opposed to grieving, wailing or storming over the small luxuries you don't have.
Sanctimonious - you may think. Yes; you're right. And I'm dead - so I'm bl**dy-well allowed to be.
So, now you've read this, step away from the computer/tablet/iPhone/book/Kindle/whatever and look around. Brilliant, isn't it? It's your's (unless, of course, you've nicked it - in which case I hope you get a good price for your dog-based contraband). Oh yes. We are very lucky indeed.
Further developments to follow...