The Noughties

The Archbishop of  Canterbury  hit the nail on the head when he surmised that for most people the last ten years had been difficult in more ways than one.  Whilst attending a function the other evening the audience was addressed, as is the custom, as ‘Ladies and Gentlemen’ but recollecting my own experiences of the ‘noughties’ they were a dying breed, people with manners and standards who knew how to behave and conduct themselves whilst in company and in business.

I seem to have been surrounded especially in the latter years of living in France by the most appalling behaviour, double standards and downright dishonesty.  I’ve witnessed first hand theft, vigorously denied as they all closed ranks on the newcomers. I’ve felt the brunt of French bureaucracy as blatant corruption is allowed to pass unchallenged and I’ve been at the forefront and felt the most depressing apathy and disinterest as people turn their backs unless it benefitted them personally.   It was summed up eloquently for me though as these same old hypocrites smugly living their boring narrow lives picked over my belongings like vultures on an old carcass, items carefully put aside for a charity that benefitted people less fortunate and yet through lack of time the scavengers spied their opportunity and swooped.  It was a depressing experience and yet I shall view it as a learning curve, there is no other way or else you would sink to the same level as those who delight in taking and give nothing in return to enrich the environment they live in.  May they rot in their own greed and corruption.

I always like to receive a little mail, makes you feel loved, wanted and appreciated doesn’t it ?although when hate mail arrives directed specifically at the contents of your Blog Spot its time to take a stand and answer your critics back.  It’s the easiest exercise to sit and scorn others isn’t it? It seems to be the norm that you can abuse at will and that it is acceptable behaviour.  It isn’t.  If you don’t like what I write then you should take your sourness over to a dark corner and search your own soul for your shortcomings and do not bother to visit my mostly cheery sunny little spot where I am very happy and contented thank you and minding my own business.  I suggest you do the same.

Oh and one last thing whilst I am at it.  I must extend a special ‘thank you’ to my dinner guest who came round the other night carrying the filthiest cold imaginable and sniffing his way unattractively throughout the evening.  When I questioned his politeness of inflicting his gross germs on the other innocent and healthy guests I was met with an incredulous look that implied that I was the rude one.

I think not.

Happy 2010 albeit with a stinking cold. x