from my windows

I am C.O.P .D. I am not asking for sympathy. I am just stating a fact. The reason for this is that my doctor and H.M.G. has informed me that I should stay inside for a period of time. This is fine. The problem is that I live in a flat. It is just as well that I have all sorts interests and things to do that keep me busy. Otherwise I would probably go a bit stir crazy. however I have taken to looking through my windows and watching the world go by
The view is interesting because I live at the bottom of a very steep hill. If I look to the right there is a long windy road that leads down the hill to where I live it is the only way into my home. Mind you. If you go the other way, the road also goes up the hill. Roads do that don’t they. They can go in opposite directions at the same time.

there are houses and flats along the road. And there are cars parked along it, So that it is a bit like playing dodgems as you go up or down the road. Most people are polite and they give space to each other. I have to say that some, not all, but some white van drivers are not so nice. they seem to think that they have right of way, and we have to move aside for them. Apart from that most people are very friendly and helpful.

As I look to the left of the road. and between the house s at the top of the hill there is a gap. In the gap I can see aircraft approaching and leaving the airport. I live near an international airport. I am not close enough to hear them, But I can see them quite clearly. If I were a plane spotter I would record the different types of aircraft that fly past. But I am not, so I don’t.

In front of the houses on the hill, there is a grassy bank that slopes down to my flat. The grassy bank flattens out to an even grassy area that stretches to a road running alongside the grassy area. From time to time a man from the council comes and mows the grass. Just by the road is a little playground with swings and roundabouts for the children to play on.

In normal times is this quite a busy place. Cars going up and down the hill. planes flying past in the distance. Children playing in the playground. Mums and dads chatting on the grassy hill. Sadly these are not normal times. Not so many cars travel up and down the hill. I have not seen any aircraft flying past. The man has not come to mow the grass. The playground looks sad as it waits for children to come and play. No mums and dads sit and chat on the grassy slope.

Except for war, has any society changed so much in such a short time? All this because a cowardly cold killer creeps like a thief and steals the lives of innocent people. I do not believe that we can fully comprehend the loss their loved ones feel. Yet, in a strange way we are all diminished by their loss.

This terrible time has made me think about who makes society work. I have read stories of people from all over the world who have given their lives to defend us from us this killer. Our own N. H. S. has shown us their true worth in this crisis. Good people have been doing good things in their own way. A grand old soldier inspires a country. If not the world. Not politicians or powerful people. Just good folk doing good deeds for neighbour and stranger alike. These are the things that I should like to keep , and remember from all this.

One day soon. We will return to the way we were. The cars will play dodgems as they go up and down the hill. Aircraft will fly past in the dictance. The playground will be happy again as it plays host to children having fun. Mums and dads will chat on the grass as thay sit in the sun.

But there is one thing that will always remain constant in this country. As I look through my windows it has started to rain again. Well what should I expect this is England. It reminds me of the old joke.” you can tell it is summer in England because the rain gets warm”.

Well, I must be off. There is a programme on the box that I want to watch.
Peace be with you.

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