Golders Green

 Near to the hospice there is a holiday complex used by the Jewish Community. I’m presuming the clientele are from communities within urban areas of the Uk and its a common site to see visitors walking around in traditional dress. The men in their tzitzit vests and black fedora type hats , the women , in long skirts , their hair covered in scarfs, the children with buckets and spades and bags of beach toys. 

I was driving into the hospice entrance when a family group stopped to let me enter, I waved them on with a big smile, making sure I looked welcoming and friendly given the recent news in Golders Green and the family moved on with the father eying me suspiciously. 

How awful must it to feel threatened in your own country? To be mistrustful of a friendly smile which could be a mask of some sort of a preemptive attack. A stabbing, a car road rage incident, a bombing? 

As the father looked at me, unsmiling and hostile, I tried to acknowledge his feelings by another smile and a nod

If I hear antisemitism I will call it out. If I see it, I will call it out

We all need to .

Hey ho……it’s going to be a restful day and a nice week

No more hospice shifts until next Saturday. 

Lots of catch ups with friends on video this weekend.

Touching base with old chums😀

I’m drinking coffee at the kitchen table now , the sparrows that bicker like schoolboys in the honeysuckle have moved to the back garden because Weaver is sat watching them from the open lounge window. 

Bun is asleep with Mary on the kitchen reading chair and the coffee is good. 

I don’t know where Roger is, sometimes he sits by the gate with his nose poked through the bars, waiting to catch the eye of passing walkers. 

I’ve only yelled at the yappy dogs next door twice this morning ! A record

I’m meeting both sisters for. The Prada sequel later