Last week I received a little note from WordPress telling me my subscription was due. I hummed and hawwed over whether to renew or just to let the blog fade away, as I’d not written in it for a while and i never seemed to find the time, inclination or both to write another post.
Finally I decided to keep it (as the more astute amongst you will have noticed) and thought about what I could write about.
Cue the lightbulb moment. Living in France as I do, although once again resident on the African continent, I thought I would write a post explaining how the French National day, the 14 July, doesn’t actually commemorate the storming of the Bastille, as most people (the French included) think it does.
I wrestled with it for a while before finally having it ready.
Only, on that same day, tragedy befell Nice, in a horrific and inimaginable way.
My adopted country has been beaten, badly, over the last 18 months or so, no one event is worse than another, they are all horrific, but there is something very very wrong seeing little babies with their lives extinguished, no matter where in the world they are from.
I then disappeared from almost all internet access for a few days so only now can I put my words down.
I have prepared the post, I will probably save it for next year.
In the mean time, in a few days I will again start to post on the blog.
I’m Nice, I’m Charlie, I’m Bataclan, I’m Istanbul, I’m Brussels, but most of all, I’m tired of this shit.