Why does anyone start a blog?
Well in my case, we thought we'd like one at work, but nobody knew how to do it, so muggins volunteered to have a go and see how it works.
I could write a work blog quite easily, but this is mine so I need to decide on subject matter for myself. Well, I'm a community development worker, I'm a dabbler in politics, and since I'm now 'getting on a bit' I also have lots of opinions which I try not to go on about too much because I can see people glazing over.
I think Twitter and Facebook are wonderful inventions, because I can go on about what I think and be reasonably guaranteed to find someone who agrees with me. I'm not sure that's necessarily a Good Thing - we all need someone to argue with us and moderate our opinions.
As a woman, who was brought up basically to be a housewife or perhaps a secretary, I like this Brave New World where women go out to work, have opinions which they can voice, have the vote and can make a difference. I wish more women, especially younger ones who were born into this World, would use their rights more often. Too many sit on the sidelines, let men make the decisions, and wait for things to happen to them. Don't! Get out there and initiate things. Life really is very short, even if you live to 100. Things get in the way, so if you think something should happen, do it now!
I realised that as I hit 60. I had expected to be able to retire at 60, but the Government decided otherwise. I can't afford to retire without the state pension I'd always expected to receive, so I'm still working. But having reached the age at which I thought I'd be an OAP, I thought 'who's going to argue if I say what I think?' What's the worst that can happen if I decide to dress in purple and dye my hair green? Not a lot. So I stood for election in the 2015 elections - for MP, for our local council, and for our town council. I got elected to the Town Council, which was fair enough. As a newcomer, I hadn't expected to be elected for any of them, and Town Council is my size of authority. I can make a little difference - I'll tell you about that later; and I don't have to commute to the hell that is London. London is for the young and the mad. I'm neither.
So, this is your starter for 10. If you like my rantings, follow along. If you don't, cheerio!
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