I must start packing for my new life.
Clothes, shoes, books, cds, pictures, photos, pots, pans, mugs, television, printer, laptop.
Nico Teen, do I pack my thoughts?
Tomorrow. I'll start packing tomorrow. Or maybe the next day.
I know this though, I do have to pack and liberate that which doesn't serve me well.
Crikey I'm quite hungry.
My goodness, is that the time?
Saturday, 30 October 2010
A New Earth
I've been so lucky this past week. Instead of waiting in London for a bailiff's order, I could take my son and escape, escape for seven whole days.
My brother who lives abroad had come over with his family and with my own parents away, we all stayed in their house.
Unparalled joy from my son, it's been three years since he's seen his cousins. My sister in law said she'd look after him if I had to come back to London and I did feel a pull. Wednesday morning after lying in following a sleepless night thinking of everything I had to do here, my son said:
"It's so peaceful without you mummy. Sorry...." I smiled at him.
There was no phone call inviting me to view a property so after deliberating with Nico Teen for a long procrastinating moment, I picked up a book.
Eckhart Tolle.
The personal and collective ego, personal and collective unconciousness, ourselves and our planet.
Housing was in the news, and I, totally identified with it, struggled to escape myself, woh, bored my family rigid I'd say, even had an argy bargy with my brother when he realised how much I got "paid" a year.
I found some comfort though, as Cameron announced he would not be doing a u-turn on his new housing policies:
"You will be free to let go of your unhappiness the moment you recognise it as unintelligent. Negativity is not intelligent. It is always of the ego (the mind). The ego maybe clever, but it is not intelligent. Cleverness pursues its own little aims. Intelligence sees the larger whole in which all things are connected. Cleverness is motivated by self-interest, and it is extremely short-sighted. Most politicians and businesspeople are clever. Very few are intelligent. Whatever is attained through cleverness is short-lived and always turns out to be self defeating. Cleverness divides; intelligence includes." (A New Earth, page 112)
My brother understood my position. He told me to write about it if I couldn't let it go. He told me to take out "me". "There's no power in "me", there's no scope for change with "me". People will attack you because it's easier than looking at the bigger issue. Write about the issues, take out the "me"."
Woh bro! You read the book?!
There may be hope. I just have to get over myself first.
As for you stiggers, I need you to show me the way...
My brother who lives abroad had come over with his family and with my own parents away, we all stayed in their house.
Unparalled joy from my son, it's been three years since he's seen his cousins. My sister in law said she'd look after him if I had to come back to London and I did feel a pull. Wednesday morning after lying in following a sleepless night thinking of everything I had to do here, my son said:
"It's so peaceful without you mummy. Sorry...." I smiled at him.
There was no phone call inviting me to view a property so after deliberating with Nico Teen for a long procrastinating moment, I picked up a book.
Eckhart Tolle.
The personal and collective ego, personal and collective unconciousness, ourselves and our planet.
Housing was in the news, and I, totally identified with it, struggled to escape myself, woh, bored my family rigid I'd say, even had an argy bargy with my brother when he realised how much I got "paid" a year.
I found some comfort though, as Cameron announced he would not be doing a u-turn on his new housing policies:
"You will be free to let go of your unhappiness the moment you recognise it as unintelligent. Negativity is not intelligent. It is always of the ego (the mind). The ego maybe clever, but it is not intelligent. Cleverness pursues its own little aims. Intelligence sees the larger whole in which all things are connected. Cleverness is motivated by self-interest, and it is extremely short-sighted. Most politicians and businesspeople are clever. Very few are intelligent. Whatever is attained through cleverness is short-lived and always turns out to be self defeating. Cleverness divides; intelligence includes." (A New Earth, page 112)
My brother understood my position. He told me to write about it if I couldn't let it go. He told me to take out "me". "There's no power in "me", there's no scope for change with "me". People will attack you because it's easier than looking at the bigger issue. Write about the issues, take out the "me"."
Woh bro! You read the book?!
There may be hope. I just have to get over myself first.
As for you stiggers, I need you to show me the way...
Friday, 22 October 2010
Cainer has extraordinary powers
Perhaps there are some friends or relatives that you only see once a year. Currently, they are far away. If you try to think about them, you can't remember very much detail. But when you see them again, it will all come flooding back to you. The information is not on the desktop of your mind; it is compressed and stored in the back-up hard drive of your brain. When you need it, you can have it. You currently doubt your ability to handle a situation that may arise this weekend. While it is actually happening, it will be fine.
This morning I wasn't going to go to my nephew's christening but now I've been told I won't get a bailiff's order through the post I'm going to take the risk and go. My son's cousins will be there, we might be invited to stay.
Good for my son, even though I feel impelled to stay here, you know, in case something happens, so I'll play it all by ear.
Tis true Cainer, I rarely see them. Nothing like a baby to bring a family back together. Thanks for telling me it'll be fine.
Stigs, I leave housing with you. At least, I hope I leave it with you as politics and housing pretty much dominate my mind at the moment.
Oh I so need to sleeeeeeeeeeep, my eyelids close on this post, and my dreams I hope will take me somewhere nice.
Repeat after me:
I am a millionaire
I am a millionaire
I am a multi millionaire
(Law of Attraction...)
This morning I wasn't going to go to my nephew's christening but now I've been told I won't get a bailiff's order through the post I'm going to take the risk and go. My son's cousins will be there, we might be invited to stay.
Good for my son, even though I feel impelled to stay here, you know, in case something happens, so I'll play it all by ear.
Tis true Cainer, I rarely see them. Nothing like a baby to bring a family back together. Thanks for telling me it'll be fine.
Stigs, I leave housing with you. At least, I hope I leave it with you as politics and housing pretty much dominate my mind at the moment.
Oh I so need to sleeeeeeeeeeep, my eyelids close on this post, and my dreams I hope will take me somewhere nice.
Repeat after me:
I am a millionaire
I am a millionaire
I am a multi millionaire
(Law of Attraction...)
Secure, affordable rented accommodation Haiku
Dreams and hopes of gold
sold by the coalition
laughing at our pain
Half term with my son
the bailiff's order won't come
To spare me, I'm told
I best get packing
The journey is not over
with new beginnings
sold by the coalition
laughing at our pain
Half term with my son
the bailiff's order won't come
To spare me, I'm told
I best get packing
The journey is not over
with new beginnings
"Get packing"
I was about to post a little something on how council's have finally been given autonomy over their boroughs and budgets but the Government's made sure it's got little cash to play with so who to blame when the libraries close down blah blah when there was a knock at the door.
Tommy my Pathmead's housing officer. I wasn't expecting him. He must've written, he always does, just forgot.
He came to tell me I will not be receiving a bailiff's order through the letterbox because they know I can't handle letters when they come through the door.
"So how will I know when I have to get out then? I want to know first."
He said that that the housing association and the council had prioritised my case and unanimously agreed:
"because of your ability to communicate with mass media I can't divulge to you any undertaking in relation to alternative accommodation in Camden."
"Eh? What? I haven't written anything for ages and besides my first priority is to protect and safeguard my son."
I reminded him that I didn't not mention the council in my Guardian piece "because this is a national problem, I couldn't single out what's going on here when other places might be worse and anyway, I love Camden."
He told me they might have found something for us. Because it's temporary it's "likely to be very expensive". There'll be a lease end down the line, will have to keep bidding, but for what anymore?
Oh England, until Wednesday I could hope for permanence, for security, a life off benefits if I got a decent job.
"The bottom line is," I said with my tear duct drought, "if I don't take this place we'll be put in a hostel?"
"You want to go into a hostel?"
"Me? No, no way."
"Some people are lucky if they go into a hostel, many are put straight to the private sector. Your points get bumped up in a hostel, no?"
"I don't think so," I stuttered and only remembered after he'd gone the child deputy told me about, older than my child, who's been in a hostel all his life, whose mother has been offered temporary and hasn't taken it.
As he left he told me to call him in 10 to 14 days. He told me to "get packing". I said I couldn't until I knew where I was going. He said "please."
I surrender. My second battle to get my child into a council flat and I've lost.
Council accommodation has been stripped from England it would seem and housing is being handed over to 'social landlords.'
I am lucky, you might say, that the housing association will put a roof over our heads. I'll be grateful if it's near my son's school.
My future question therefore to the powers that are breaking my country will have to be:
"Am I the last "unemployed" single mother ever to get helped with housing?"
Well....
Tommy my Pathmead's housing officer. I wasn't expecting him. He must've written, he always does, just forgot.
He came to tell me I will not be receiving a bailiff's order through the letterbox because they know I can't handle letters when they come through the door.
"So how will I know when I have to get out then? I want to know first."
He said that that the housing association and the council had prioritised my case and unanimously agreed:
"because of your ability to communicate with mass media I can't divulge to you any undertaking in relation to alternative accommodation in Camden."
"Eh? What? I haven't written anything for ages and besides my first priority is to protect and safeguard my son."
I reminded him that I didn't not mention the council in my Guardian piece "because this is a national problem, I couldn't single out what's going on here when other places might be worse and anyway, I love Camden."
He told me they might have found something for us. Because it's temporary it's "likely to be very expensive". There'll be a lease end down the line, will have to keep bidding, but for what anymore?
Oh England, until Wednesday I could hope for permanence, for security, a life off benefits if I got a decent job.
"The bottom line is," I said with my tear duct drought, "if I don't take this place we'll be put in a hostel?"
"You want to go into a hostel?"
"Me? No, no way."
"Some people are lucky if they go into a hostel, many are put straight to the private sector. Your points get bumped up in a hostel, no?"
"I don't think so," I stuttered and only remembered after he'd gone the child deputy told me about, older than my child, who's been in a hostel all his life, whose mother has been offered temporary and hasn't taken it.
As he left he told me to call him in 10 to 14 days. He told me to "get packing". I said I couldn't until I knew where I was going. He said "please."
I surrender. My second battle to get my child into a council flat and I've lost.
Council accommodation has been stripped from England it would seem and housing is being handed over to 'social landlords.'
I am lucky, you might say, that the housing association will put a roof over our heads. I'll be grateful if it's near my son's school.
My future question therefore to the powers that are breaking my country will have to be:
"Am I the last "unemployed" single mother ever to get helped with housing?"
Well....
Community school wins geography Gold!
Yup, that's right! My son's school has won the country's gold award for Geography. They're celebrating it today.
Education ring fenced, so my son's school will be ok...surely.
My son's school is a 'Labour success', though at the Tory conference they pedalled out a teacher who has since been sacked from her own school for 'exposing broken education'.
I have a question.
Funding for schools will increase.
Is this to get the 'free schools' up and running? You know, in places like Surrey (Question Time last night, a tax avoiding Tory's constituency)
Head was preparing for cuts at this morning Governer's meeting. The brass bands may have to go, giving 120 children a year the opportunity to learn a musical instrument for free.
Staff may have to be cut.
"We'll have to wait and see," he said. "The devil's in the detail."
The devil indeed..
Education ring fenced, so my son's school will be ok...surely.
My son's school is a 'Labour success', though at the Tory conference they pedalled out a teacher who has since been sacked from her own school for 'exposing broken education'.
I have a question.
Funding for schools will increase.
Is this to get the 'free schools' up and running? You know, in places like Surrey (Question Time last night, a tax avoiding Tory's constituency)
Head was preparing for cuts at this morning Governer's meeting. The brass bands may have to go, giving 120 children a year the opportunity to learn a musical instrument for free.
Staff may have to be cut.
"We'll have to wait and see," he said. "The devil's in the detail."
The devil indeed..
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