Nice People Thread Part 9 - and so it continues

vivatifosi

lostinrates wrote: »

Thirty years as a slave locked in a house. Imagine.

I was thinking about this earlier. It is awful, truly dreadful.

I could imagine something like this happening in the UK, much the same as it could happen anywhere. However there's something more chilling about it happening in London, where the population is so dense. You would think that at some point in 30 years someone would have noticed something strange.

And as for being a 30 year old that's lived their whole life in slavery, that's just sad beyond belief.

lostinrates

vivatifosi wrote: »

I was thinking about this earlier. It is awful, truly dreadful.

I could imagine something like this happening in the UK, much the same as it could happen anywhere. However there's something more chilling about it happening in London, where the population is so dense. You would think that at some point in 30 years someone would have noticed something strange.

And as for being a 30 year old that's lived their whole life in slavery, that's just sad beyond belief.

I dunno, cities can be anonymous if people choose to make them so. I think its a given slavery including sex slavery exists in London, but three women in a house for thirty years, in lauding, as you say, one from birth, is.......when so personified....the human scale makes it.....as you say...chilling.


At this point feel the need to say what a super read Room ( Emma Donahue) is.shouldn't be uplifting and engaging yet.....

Generali

Well I'm having a crap day.

We had thunderstorms this morning but I thought, what the flip, I'll cycle to work anyway (it's about 13 miles so it's a great morning workout).

I get half way there and I can hear a clicking noise coming from the rear wheel. I've cycled enough to know that you never ignore a noise as the next thing that happens is your wheel falls off or something.

So, after a couple of minutes faffing about I find a piece of fat steel wire perhaps 2mm thick and about 2" long that's clicking against my frame. Oooh, I got lucky there thinks I as I remove the metal. How did that not puncture?

5 minutes later there's a huge BANG as my rear tube, inflated to over 100psi, explodes. The hole left behind by the metal has pinched the tube and burst it.

Thunder and lightning recommence at this point naturally.

So change tube, inflate and head off to work. I get almost to work and have to get up a dropped kerb at an angle. The bike just goes from underneath me and the next thing I know there are loads of people staring down at me.

So now I'm on a bus on my way to the hospital. My head hurts, I've cut my elbow and my ankle and knee hurts. And the cricket starts in 53 mins and I'm going to miss most of the days play at the hospital. Ace.

Yorkie1

Hope there's no queue at A&E and you're not badly hurt, Gen. Most of all I hope there's some way you can keep up to date with Stuart Broad's achievements ...

Generali

Yorkie1 wrote: »

Hope there's no queue at A&E and you're not badly hurt, Gen. Most of all I hope there's some way you can keep up to date with Stuart Broad's achievements ...

Oh and I just realized that mrs generali has my Medicare card so I don't know if the hospital will treat me.

Doozergirl

Aw, Generali, I hope you're okay and that there's a tv in the waiting room.

LydiaJ

Hoping for the best in all respects, Gen ... the wait, the injuries, the card, the opportunity to watch the cricket...

<hugs>

PasturesNew

vivatifosi wrote: »

Grr... Angry with myself. I saw a story on my newspaper website that was horrible. Someone made a really nasty comment that someone agreed with by clicking an I agree button. I clicked on the hyperlink to see who on earth would agree with something so vile without realising that what I was doing was clicking the agree button (it was a hyperlink within a button). I've looked everywhere on the website to retract and can't. I don't really wish to be associated with opinions that I find repugnant, but don't know what to do. My fault for not paying attention.

And maybe that's what the other person did too

SingleSue

neverdespairgirl wrote: »

My parents wanted to have 4, and assumed that their 4th would be a red-haired girl, as red-haired girls were what they had (we all had red as newborns, then it fell out and grew back fair). When my dark-haired brother was born, my mother took some convincing it was actually her baby, but she ended up convinced when his dark hair fell out and grew back fair, too.

My Nanna was convinced my parents kept going until they had a son, nothing would change her mind!

I don't mind what flavour this baby is, I'll be happy either way.

We wanted two or four, never 3.

After middle son was born, we decided enough was enough as the pregnancy and delivery had been so horrendous but despite taking precautions (contraceptive injection), youngest was determined to arrive.

zagubov

We had a girl and a boy, and while we might have liked more, two has been a sensible number for us. Most of my contemporaries in London have two (or one) child. Three's really really rare.

At a class reunion back north of the border most of my classmates had three or four kids, which may reflect cheaper housing costs. There's less pressure to put kids through private schooling too. Hamish will tell us Aberdeen is different.:D