By Ray Wilson Lazy Sunday Afternoon Garden Party It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon, and I am in no mind to worry, but it’s our first visit to see my oldest son and his partner since the COVID-19 debacle and government injections. Strangely, we were welcome on our illicit visits during lockdowns, but not so when we made it clear we would not take the government injectables under any circumstances and told our family of the psychological shenanigans unleashed on the meek, unsuspecting public. They believed us to be insane, and if the appropriate mental health services, the ones that slammed their doors shut and cowered inside for fear of the mystical COVID, had been available, we would have been directed there. “Mum, dad, good to see you. What did you want to drink?” We walk into the garden; it’s good to see the family together again. There is the obstreperous neighbour to the left and the amicable neighbour to the right. “Wouldn’t it be nice to get on with me neighbours?” But they make it very clear: they’ve got no room for ravers.” Read more here . . .
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