In the early 1980’s, the old-style, red, London bus, was my choice of transport to get around the capital. I was unable to afford a car. London Underground trains did not extend into the part of South London, where I lived at the time. The ding of the destination bell and the conductor’s cry of, ‘all change please,’ when the bus had reached its final stop, have stayed with me.
Anyone For Prime Minister?
This week has been another tumultuous week in U.K. politics. The shenanigans have brought my London bus memories to the fore, and I am puzzled as to why. In a nutshell, the third Prime Minister, in the space of seven weeks, has been appointed. Boris Johnson’s vague relationship with the truth finally caught up with him. Liz Truss’s premiership could not outlast the lifespan of a lettuce. Rishi Sunak has now galloped in on his trusted steed to save the day. He has conveniently forgotten that he was a major part of a government which has brought the UK to the point of destitution.
My Brain Hurts
As a writer, you would struggle to make this up. It’s the book you can’t put down, the box set you have to binge between sleep. In the turmoil, I have found myself trying to write in moments between checking news bulletins and flicking through social media; anything to find balance.
Humans are resistant to change. Our brains are wired to operate on autopilot. If we experience any significant changes the brain can switch us into fight or flight mode, (survival instinct). At various times in the last few days, I have been wanting to put on boxing gloves then, a minute later, pull on running shoes.
By chance a book, bought earlier this month, has brought some respite. Wintering, by Katherine May, is an account of the author’s year long journey through winter and how she found strength and inspiration when her life felt frozen. Winter, in one of her descriptions, can include a change of circumstances that can catch you off guard.
A few chapters in and the book already feels as though it can offer some guidance through troubled times. I am attempting to harness the ding of the old bus bell and, at the same time, trying to blot out screams of lunatics running our asylum.
Have you had any challenges this week? How have you dealt with them? I would love to hear.