This is a post of two halves. One half is the usual light-hearted look at clothes, which may, or may not, suit the older woman. And the second half is probably not entirely appropriate to this blog, but what the heck, live dangerously and say what you feel is how I see it, and you know what Helen Mirren would say if you don’t like it!
Ok, well, it’s the last day of the month and time to tell you about film night, which was a great success. We showed a Japanese film, Departures, which gave a fascinating insight into another culture’s view of death, and the preparation of the body before it goes into the coffin. Now, you’d think that this subject wouldn’t be a pleasant one, so it wouldn’t be a good experience for the audience, would it? Au contraire. We’re into our fourth season and Departures is the second most popular film we’ve shown ever. If you haven’t seen it, do give it a go as this serious subject has humour, laughter, tears, sadness, joy and an uplifting ending. Some left saying it was the best film they’d ever seen. Hmm, it’ll be difficult to top that, but that’s a good problem!
It was a busy night, which needed a bit of preparation as we had three speakers, including our mayor, to open our new equipment. (Any of you local to me, why not give it a try as we have a big screen and great sound.) So, I just pulled out a skirt bought earlier this year in the January sales, and wore it with the charity shop boots bought recently.
So this is the second half of the post, OK, what the photo doesn’t show is that I’ve got a bad cold, which started with a sore throat and laryngitis. Really it’s nothing. I’m keeping warm, eating nourishing food, and taking sufficient fluids for this to be a short-lived inconvenience. But, what if I couldn’t get warmth or regular food, or a time and a place for a cup of tea, or a hot lemon and honey before I go to my bed? What if I didn’t have a home?
Yes, I am thinking of the homeless here in the UK, but I’m also thinking of the millions in camps near Syria, and also those in Calais, which is a cold, wet swamp, not a camp. And the hundreds and thousands crossing Europe – there is so much hardship, such suffering. We are blessed to have a home, and lucky to be born somewhere safe.
I have a friend who lives in Stockholm, and she’s helping with the flow of refugees, I kind of envy her opportunity to be hands-on. What can we do in countries that aren’t receiving the biggest movement of people since the Second World War? Ok, we can donate, as charities who are hands-on really do need our money, and we can correct the misinformation that seems to be everywhere (don’t read certain newspapers or below-the-line comments, such a depressing experience). So, over Christmas I shall be setting up another blog where I’ll be writing (not every week, but whenever) about more difficult, political subjects such as migration, refugees versus economic migrants, and more local irritations such as our beloved National Health Service and its evisceration by our current (and previous) politicians – and so on!
I won’t talk about this again (on this blog) but it is the crisis of our time, and I can’t ignore it.
Keep warm and well
Penny, the frugalfashionshopper