HI All.
Poor is relative. I went to school when I was four years old, I remember today with a little shame that I had no underpants, I used to have what we called scargging on the inside of my legs from [excuse me ladies]wee drips. We had dripping on bread before school, [not the same dripping] a school dinner, then bread and jam for tea. My father worked his bum off doing two shits at a time in a steel works, we had even by today's standards a nice house, but we were classed as poor, not the poor poor. We didn't throw away food like the poor escaping poverty and war in the middle east
that would have been sacrilege. We weren't poor like the obese children we see today in the food banks.
Crime. A young school girl was shot dead in a woods near us around 1947 everyone was shocked to the core, these sort of things only happened in London or Chicago. Scotland Yard sent a detective down but they never found the killer, it's now on the internet, {The Penllegear Murder} today's crime in yesterday's society. The other day in Paramatta a family man working for the police department is shot in the back of the head by a 16 year old ****** boy who had been radicalized by older men too gutless to do it themselves, a wife and sons deprived of their father for religion. The world is changing and yet it is staying the same.
Cheers Des
