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War, war

 I lived in Khartoum for 3 years, not an easy place to live and work but we survived.  Now it is being attacked by 2 military men, who want to be all powerful at the expense of the ordinary citizens who endure a harsh life at the best of times.  They are being killed in their hundreds by their own military leaders and even if one manages to defeat the other, the winner will be in military control of the country.  Russia, especially the Wagner group, have their hand in it.  They have provided weapons in return for gold and other precious commodities.  Russia has exchanged weapons for the right to build their own port at Port Sudan where they are probably sitting back and watching with glee the death and destruction being inflicted on the Sudanese people.

In Tunisia, the President is in the process of turning the country back to a dictatorship.  In Ukraine the Russia continue their relentless assault of their neighbour, and China threatens the future of Taiwan.  In the States they are killing each other, where there are 120 guns for every American, and where no-one in  power is brave enough to take radical steps to get rid of guns.

Far away from the killing fields, I spent 4 days on the Isle of Wight with my 7 year old grandson and my 31 year old grandson.  The weather was  appalling, a storm warning for the first day and incessant rain, wind and cold thereafter.  We didn't do the walking that we wanted to do but we enjoyed ourselves nevertheless.  The whole trip was ludicrously expensive and the cost of everything in the UK is at breaking point for most people.

I am now enjoying the warm sunshine and blue skies of Saumur,  ah bliss.

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