Missing the real stuff

I sat and wept at the news last night as I watched the life of a child in Pakistan hang in the balance.

As I watched I was appalled with myself for not having noticed this week that there is massive flooding in Pakistan and that over 2million (2 bloody million) have been affected. Over half of this number are estimated to be children. Jesus bloody Christ. That’s all there is to say really – just Jesus bloody Christ.

What the hell have I been doing lately to miss something so big? And, seriously, why does something like this only make item number 3 or 4 on last night’s news agenda?

It seems that I’ve been so wrapped up in the minutiae of our life that I have missed something that is so catastrophically affecting the lives of so many people.

Yesterday I worried a lot about totally crap stuff. I worried about how much work we’ve got on, I worried about whether I currently have enough time to still be a school governor, I worried about whether I’d have enough time to get to the local orchard to pick up a box of apples if I also went to get the boys hair cut, I worried about how many new tyres our car currently needs.

At no point yesterday did I need to worry about whether I could actually feed my children. or whether, if they needed urgent medical attention, whether I would be able to afford it, or even get to a hospital.

Today, I have spent a lot of time reflecting on our lives and how bloody charmed they are and how utterly lacking in charm other people’s are.

I try, occasionally, to have a point to my blog posts. Today I don’t really. I just wondered if you’re one of the 50 or so people who drop into my blog each day, whether you might donate a tenner, or maybe even 20 quid to Save the Children .

That’s all really.

Cheers, Rach x