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My son, who has learning disabilities had his bank card stolen this week.  Money was taken out of his account before he could do anything about it.  This is particularly cruel as he doesn't rely on benefits to live, he works for his salary and always has done.  Has the world become more cruel since Trump came to power?  I believe it has and yet, despite all the lies, deceit and outright crooked acts, he manages to escape, mainly because he is surrounded by sycophants. 

A tennis player was telling me how she loves to iron as it smooths her problems away.   I take the opposite view.  Did ironing this morning take away thieves and Trump from my thoughts? No.  I am no good at it.  Everything looks worse than when I started.  I tried to iron a fitted sheet and finished up screwing it into a ball and shoving it in a cupboard.  I remember visiting one of my sisters soon after she married.  She was a teacher so was impressed that she took her job so seriously when I saw a pile of encyclopedias on her kitchen table.  'What are you doing?'  I asked, assuming that she was researching something for her students.  'Ironing', she replied.  I looked around seeing not one sign of an iron or laundry.  She pointed at the encyclopedias and I followed her finger.  There, folded neatly under her encyclopedias were her sheets.  Passive ironing - I liked that.

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