The week has been subdued, but also quite unnerving. Each
night now we’ve had the same dream – The Manor as a God given sanctuary
appearing over a hill. In the morning I wake up feeling safe, as if the walls
are protecting me and nothing can harm me here, but then the realisation comes
of what that means to the rest of the world if we’re the last bolthole. Nothing
has happened yet, when I saw it Saturday the TV was still talking about Barclays,
Libor and Andy Murray – while we sat together and talked about the end of the
world. But surely there’s a way we can still warn people what’s about to
happen. Surely there’s some chance we can make a difference.
For now Dexter Phillips doesn’t feel the same and is cutting
off our internet access and removing our televison and radio to keep the world out – to “allow us to get used to
what’s about to happen’. Everyone is going along with it for now, but there is
a dark mood amongst us.
I will blog again when I get chance.
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