Once again I woke up this morning. Obviously that's nothing new. But I'm getting fed up of waking up to night stallions. I've been having them for a week and they are beginning to get on my wick (as we used to say in Liverpool). I rarely recall dreams but some of the one's I've had recently have been very unpleasant and stay with me. Two particularly unpleasant ones about being in the middle of a massacre and about watching a large helicopter crash just won't go away.
This morning I had become a young person again starting off in life. I'd lost the privilege of a stable, loving parental home and had nothing. That is a situation I have been fortunate enough never to have experienced. I'll be looking at the victims of the floods in Australia with a new understanding this morning. There are many worse disasters in the world from the life loss point of view including the floods in Brazil but they are too remote for me to comprehend.
The Rotorua earthquake I mentioned yesterday was felt over most of the North Island even as far as Wellington. Anna in Rotorua didn't feel it. In fact the News this morning has said that there were no reports of it being felt in Rotorua. How strange is that?