It’s been a funny day. Burning hot this am - 110 in the conservatory and 90 in the car. Brendan Croker on the computer as I putz away.

We recorded Swallows ansd Amazons and I saw it again. Such simplicity and yet such self-reliance. I’m not sure kids could do that today. Which is sad.

Violent feelings about indescriminate murder, the olympics (no cap. o) and blair (an even smaller b though he’s a HUGE B).

I have a small problem. If s0me part of the East end of London is rubbish - why has it not been fixed? If transport in London is crap, why has it not been fixed? Since blair and his entire machine is rubbish why has it not been thrown away? The list continues.

I’m a Brief Therapist (don’t ask unless you have time) and access various chat rings. The question arose - ‘what task do you give your Client before they leave?’ All sorts of stuff. But one asnwer was to imagine they had a camera with them all the time - and what happened? I thought about that. What would my camera see? What would I be happy about and what would I prefer no-one else to see? Hmm.

Inside I am raging. So much is so wrong. To you I am trying to appear calm. What can Dad say today given that admission? Hey - I went to the Village today and the various bank people / shopkeepers / whoever were so nice to me. In my small world I am so fortunate. Look at your small world of relatives, friends, people with whom you do a small piece of business and remember - you are lucky, too. Good night - Dad

It would seem certain that Middle Eastern people have murdered or injured innocent people in London.

Those murderers could not have lived in Britain without the support of others of their ilk. It is very unlikely that those supporters were true English people. It is therefore most likely that the supporters were other Middle Eastern people.

Why have they thrown in my face my ready acceptance of such people in my Country? How can I avoid hating such people residing in my Country?

So now I have two problems.

Hatred is such a difficult emotion to set aside.

I have no good words to say. Forgive me. Dad

Lousy weather. Playing a Country & Western compilation. Humph.

Got up at 06.00 this am as usual and had to wrap myself in a dressing gown, socks and a rug over my lap to enjoy my tea and the paper. In JULY????

That execrable couple blair & brown have much for which to answer. I’m not in touch. Any nutter would do less harm to my Country than the present Government - who reject the idea of democracy. (How long have you got) Why aren’t there raging 1,000’s of citizens banging on the doors of Downing Street and demanding that they sod off and stay with their nice friends in Italy or elsewhere who pay for them to stay there. If they could have the Orange Revolution in the Ukraine why in Hell can’t we have any kind of revolution here to get rid of these xxxxxxxx?

I’ve nothing nice to say except that I’m going to change into the kilt after I’ve writen this and tell the xxxxxxx world to get stuffed. Oh, and what about this disgusting, unshaven, draggle-haired moron who is so uncouth he ‘wants our f– money’. Now he’s a SERIOUS dickhead. Self-promoting; self-aggrandising; no idea HOW to really help Africa. [light bulb] HE’s the xxxxxxx idiot that voted this xxxxxxx Government in. Dim, stupid, self-obsessed idiot. If you were REAL you would go out there and spend your unreasonably acquired zillions and those of your dick-head friends to set up businesses and support people in Africa to kick out the twisting xxxxxxxx in charge who steal the money. Ah, no, sorry. If he just really helped instead of grandstanding he wouldn’t get his picture in the papers would he. The SxxT.

I’m not having a good day because people are REALLY xxxxxxx me off.

Yours, angrily.

BUT - Hey, where are you Julianna? I’m here for you, sunshine. Talk to me.

For the rest of us - we need friends who will accept our frustrations. But it’s a two way trade. Be kind to your friends when they boil over. They need your strength as I need yours.

Have a peaceful day, now. Dad