Today, the world knows everything the moment it happens.
What the world will not see is the door at the top of the stairs. On the outside there will be a star and a picture. It will probably say ‘my room’.
Behind the door will be a bed, with cushions and a Teddy or two. There will be a pile of school books and a dressing table with make-up and hair brushes. A pile of scrunchies. In the wardrobe a school uniform squashed-in between the cami and the ripped jeans. A Bardo Bikini, ready for the holidays, the leggins and the crop-tops.
On the wall, photographs, selfies and an Ariana Grandi poster, signed with love and a kiss.
A single room, a time capsule. A symbol of a way of life. Family life. They way we are. The way we carry on.
The room will probably stay just as it is until someone finds the courage to redecorate or even move way. The family will have to carry on.
As this dreadful week draws to a close we are left with a question; ‘what do we do…’
Politicians with their penny-pinch-policies can’t keep us safe. The ambiguity of ‘staying vigilant’ wont keep us safe. Herds of journalists scampering after police cars wont keep us safe. US security leaks won’t keep us safe. Curtailing social media won’t keep us safe. The G7 won’t keep us safe.
Until someone figures out what will keep us safe and the tide changes… we will do what … we carry on.
roy.lilley@nhsmanagers.net