If you'd been at Flutterby Patch on Wednesday morning you would have found me moaning yet again about a pipe on our central heating boiler that drips and makes puddles on the nice clean floor. We've had several visits from plumbers but it seems no one can fix the dreaded drips. And so I mopped up the water, did a few chores and then mopped and moaned some more.
Still thinking about the dripping pipe and how it could be cured, I sat down with my lunch to watch the TV news. Nothing could have prepared me for the horrific scenes being shown. That morning, a 52 year old man in our county had shot his twin brother, then his lawyer and then his friend. We were told he was now working his way across the area shooting to kill anyone he saw. He was travelling in our direction and advice was to stay inside and lock all doors and windows. It was a warm sunny day and I'd planned to spend the afternoon in the garden but not any more. I spent the afternoon glued to the TV and watched the tragedy unfold as body after body was discovered. In total, the man killed 12 people, badly injured 12 more and then turned the gun on himself.
British laws on gun ownership are extremely strict but on Wednesday morning in our sparsely populated county, where few crimes are committed, a local man cut short the lives of 12 innocent people.
Today is Friday. The sun is shining and so I spent the afternoon with my family at our local garden festival and a jolly good time was had by all..... And the dripping pipe?...... Yes, it's still dripping, but who cares!
This horrific story has been beamed around the world and several of my blogging pals who saw the pictures recognised Cumbria as the place where I live. I should like to thank you all for your messages of concern. Thankfully the people in our town were not harmed, but of course many of them have friends and relatives in the places where people lost their lives. I can't begin to imagine how those affected must be feeling but my thoughts are constantly with them.
Eli.
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