War.

I am working with a nice couple from Iran,  they left before war started, and must be desparate to know more about what is happening back home, but instead they focus on their English.  Any minute now they could be chucked out of the hotel that has been their home and as the local hotel which was full with lovely children and their parents is due to be closed. I spend hours challenging the online haters.  They make me very depressed. 

But so called friends often make us even more depressed.  My santuary the allotment has again been taken away.  When the good guys are bad, where does that leave one,  when the bad guys are bad it is easy to know the battle one is fighting but when the good guys cannot see h ow off course they are then what.  So whilst I am very grateful to both the Green Party and the allotment, it is amazing how much pain they have also caused. 

Today, despite feeling rough I was determined to get to an exhibition recommended to me at the Imperial War Musuem. It is years since I have been there, but my recent visits to Malaysia and Cyrprus, made some of the content vital and with my family connections to Kenya personal.   Britain was both the oppressor, the bad guy and in some instances the good guys, because many Malays, Cypriots, and Kenyans fought along side their colonial masters during WW2, but after the war, Britain did not want to extend freedome to the colonies, so former allies fought.  Britain is still paying out compensation for the torture done in Kenya and Cyprus.  We never were and are not an honourable people.