Horror

Memories. How many memories are 'real'? I have an idea that my Nain (my dad's mum) used to say she'd "look" at the paper, or "look" at the television rather than read or watch. Is that a real memory or one I've created over the years? Either way, I seem to have started to occasionally use 'look' recently.

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Yesterday evening, Gel and I watched a cheery comedy show in which a couple had a few days in Paris in order to revive their love life. When it finished I suggested we "look" at the news before heading to bed only to be confronted with the appalling news of the terrorist attacks.

If you've been reading this blog on a regular basis, you'll know it's a fairly trivial thing. I find it hard however, to let these horrific events pass. Only on Wednesday evening I was picking up Pheebs and her friends from a concert venue in Manchester. There will be many friends and parents in Paris who may have been preparing to do the same thing last night.

But what to say? I know that I am ignorant enough of the social, political, and historic background that I run the risk of saying something stupid, or worse inflammatory. So I will stick to offering my thoughts to the people of Paris, and to the vast majority of the Muslim communities across the world who will be as appalled as the rest of us at these events.