We’ve been in the housing association accommodation now for just over a year, and I think that, on reflection, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that – even allowing for some of the awful things that happened in the past – this past year has been the worst year of my life.
I used to really believe that gratitude and positive thinking could make a difference but now I am pretty sure that nothing can make up for not having your basic needs met.
I am not going to bore you with the details, I have already gone on and on ad nauseum.
Good times always seem to be around the corner, but somehow (it seems to me) hope, if it’s false hope, is the real killer.
“Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.”
Purim Sameach or Happy Easter to you, whichever you prefer.
Don’t forget to move the clocks forward tonight if you’re in the UK.