What Day is it Anyway? Sunday, March 22nd, 2020 #WDIIA

Why is Linda hosting this post.

She said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

Why am I writing this post ? Because it’s day Seven since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.

So today is Mother’s Day here in the UK . So I wish anyone celebrating Mother’s Day today a lovely day. If you are not celebrating Mother’s Day I wish you a happy Mother’s Day too.

I received a beautiful bouquet that arrived almost asleep yesterday. Today it’s looks so amazing.

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Yes I do have three sons but number one son apologized profusely for not sending a card and anyway he rings or whatapps daily.

We were up early as usual, breakfast and then we took Ruby for a lovely walk. We went back to where we went yesterday and it was deserted again.

Home from the walk and time to check up on everyone, our younger nextdoor neighbours, two of my sisters, two or three friends on line. Then the boys all got intouch to wish me a happy day. Our youngest sent us a photo of the eldest grandson preparing the soil for growing potatoes.

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Our other grandson was inside, playing paw patrol.

We had some lunch and then Hubby had to fix our satalite dish . That took about an hour, all good fresh air out in the garden. Then I took Ruby for a walk. I was amazed to find there were so many people out, old, young, middle aged, children, babies! Our prime minister had asked us all to stay in and keep a 2metre distance between us and anyone else? Well I had a real job keeping my distance , infact at one point there were groups of people from four directions. Ruby and I danced around avoiding them all. I have to admit though I was very concerned and I felt very unsafe. It is really getting to me, I was actually frightened, why were they all out when we have been asked to stay home.

Then our middle son popped round with a card for me, which caused consternation, hubby was not please and our lad did not come in, it’s awful when you are made nervous by your own son standing in your garden.

I know I promised I would not go on about it but it does worry me.

I feel so sorry for the homeless,they have nothing, no protection, no where to go they need help too. There is talk of some hotels opening up to the homeless I hope it is true.

The video below is a week old and not from my area, it’s from the north of England.

Another quiet evening, the evenings are longer than the days. Right let’s have a happy and positive song💜

Be safe out there.
We can beat this.

What Day Is It Anyway

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #286 Ashes&Cocoon

Image Pixabay

Vine or hop induced

Blind and deaf in your cocoon

Life’s ashes and wine

This us part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

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Why.

Image from pixabay

She
Lived in
The field all
Under the tree.
A tent, plastic bags
With lots of smelly mess.
People complained because
They did not want to look at her
She made them feel uncomfortable
She swore, made mess but what was her story.
Why
Is she
Now living
In a doorway
Come rain come or shine.
Two sleeping bags she owns.
A teddy,some plastic bags.
A note says "I lost my baby"
Her sad eyes say that this is so true
Where is the helping hand, where's kindness gone.

So many homeless people on our streets. They have become invisible, we pass them daily yet we don’t always see them. There was a young woman who lived in the field where I walk Ruby. She and her male friend had a couple of tents under one of the trees.

I did keep away as they could be abusive and I was worried that Ruby being a Labrador would eat something she shouldn’t. They slept in the field at night and during the day they sat in an empty doorway near one of the banks. I used to talk to her in the town , buy her a coffee. There was a deep sadness in her she had lost a baby and I really felt for her.

He disappeared first, now she is gone, they have been replaced by others. I wonder where they are.

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Image from here

I do  not  know  who  this  man is but  I have used his  face more  than once when  writing  about  compassion. There  is  something  in his  eyes that  reach out  telling  his  story pain, grief  rejection it is  all there!

I used  his  face  last  at Christmas while I was  talking  about  Crisis at Christmas .  Crisis is  the National Charity  for single  hopeless people. They  are dedicated  to  helping  people  and  giving  them a chane  to change  their life’s for the better, to give  them hope.

The  Charity  works  all year  round of  course  but  they  also do  Crisis at Christmas.  Volunteers spend a  fortnight  cooking, providing  a  warm place  to stay  for those  lost and lonely people. They  give  them new  clothes, a  hair cut   and  also help  them  to change  their  lives if  they  want  to. They  help  with  finding somewhere  to live  or a job  interview .

They  show  real  compassion  they  help  and  they are unpaid and  they  really  make  a  difference.

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