The Tintinnabulation Of The Bells.
Hey,
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Good morning once again, from yet another grey and rainy day.
However, on the plus side, I am listening to the peal of bells calling out to the church congregation.
So, it must be a Sunday, with all of the treats appropriate to that particular day.
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Once Big H arises he will go to the Spar to purchase the Sunday papers, before making me another cup of tea.
Then we will pass companionable time perusing the latest news.
It would be nice to read some happy things today because the papers are too prone to report on the outrageous and the sad and the just plain scary things in life.
There surely are many wonderful and happy things, but of course they are neither stylish nor as visceral.
Shock and despair are quicker hits.
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Sometimes I wonder what the news really is!
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I mean someone has to make a choice about what news to report on in the first place.
Then some Editor has to decide which news he wants to use, what slant to put on it and which bits to leave out.
And it needs to suit the political orientation of that particular newspaper etc.
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It must be like that game Chinese Whispers, where the final whisper has very little to do with what the the first one said.
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I am always shocked when there is a tragedy and in the aftermath you see film of the reporters hounding the affected people and their families, asking cruel and unforgivably inappropriate questions, aggressively camped around their homes in siege conditions.
It is like feeding the ravening hordes in the Coliseum.
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Or perhaps I am just a grumpy old sod!
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Anyway, I wish you the best of all possible Sundays and I hope you are continuing the enjoyment of a fabulous weekend, full of all that you like best.
I know how mine will begin, but after that the world is my lobster.
J,x.
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