The ARROGANCE that little me comes across every single day has become too overwhelming.

From the booted and masked person guarding the local shop to the youtube channels that tell the world just how important and clever and life-changing and knowledgeable and “followed” they are.

THIS is the NEW pandemic. Narcissism. Entitlement.

I came from poverty. Everything achieved in my life has been HARD, Soul-Destroying work and a bloody mindedness that defies current trends.

I was a “latch-key” kid. My Mum always worked. My Dad was often away and she did the best that she could with what she had.

When they both died, my brothers and I were left with a cardboard box of photographs and small personal items as our inheritance. Of which I, ME. Myself am sole guardian.

When I got married we moved into a furnished army quarter with our clothes, a stereo system, some vinyl records, linen for one bed and a small TV set. We had the usual “moving in” package which consisted of about 6 clothes hangers, 4 dinner plates, 4 bowls, 4 side plates, 4 place settings of cutlery, a frying pan, two saucepans and a roasting tin.

No washing machine. No fridge. No cushions. No J.Edgar Hoover. No broom. No tin opener. ETC.

My point? We worked for everything that we own now.

FACT!