On this day ( 7 years ago)

 so.. no sleep last night. Midnight ferry into the dark, but not before I was forcibly and traumatically reconnected with the world outside via an aberrant plasma glued to a moldering ferry port wall. No sound- just lettering in greek.. and missiles.. lots of missiles. The bastards have got into syria ( as was their wish all along) via the ISIL back door.The door of their creation. This morning the sun is shinning, there is light dappling onto the bottom of the pool floor, dark house on the radio; the breeze is warm and lilting. But I am sad. Perturbed. Disjointed by what I saw on that screen last night.The bastards that run this joint mean us no peace...Ever. Holiday over. MB

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