JUST when you think the world is as bonkers as it can get, along comes another jaw-dropper.
The news this week has been horrific where children are concerned. A thirty-year-old man picked up and threw a child of three into a crocodile enclosure, then we hear that he’s in no fit state to be interviewed so he’s been released on bail until September.
He was, apparently, out with his carers who did a great job! Let me guess: social care cuts, they’ll be on peanuts and what do you get when you pay peanuts?
Of course, the major story to hit the headlines this week was about Preston Davey, the thirteen-month little baby murdered by his adoptive father-to-be in a way none of us wants to even think about.
What person desperate for a child wouldn’t have loved this beautiful boy, but instead he was given to a couple who abused him horrendously.
My friend Claire Throssell will have wept this week, I know she does every time a child is killed by a parent. It is unthinkable for most of us not to want to protect our babies from harm. The social workers no doubt looked at the pristine house and the surfeit of toys, the impeccable teaching record of one of the parents, the public school background and prestigious job of the other and thought, ‘Nothing to see here folks’ even when the baby was brought into hospital three times in the four months he was with them.
Claire will tell you herself, too often the social workers ask those suspected if they’ve been abusing the children – and guess what, they say, ‘NO’. So off they trot.
Another statistic to add to Claire’s ever-growing list of children let down by the system. Fat cats at the top, not enough groundworkers, not enough care in care.
How many of us have imagined what it must be like to be that monster Jamie Varley this week, never getting out of prison? Wouldn’t it be a living nightmare for a vile, unstreetwise teacher who raped a baby to death? I do hope so.
The news that Jeremy Clarkson has prostate cancer and by going public with it, he has more than likely saved lives because men will have been triggered into having something that is niggling them checked out.
There has been a rejection for routine screening for this killer and I don’t know enough about it to comment on it other than what I read. It is a sly cancer and stage one barely manifests any symptoms.
By the time they do show, it has already taken a firm hold so that is why early detection is vital.
Gents, don’t ignore any pain or burning when you wee or having to work at it to get a flow started, dribbling, strong urges to urinate. JC found out he had it via a routine check (which would indicate a good case for having them to this layman).
Don’t let embarrassment put you off going to the docs. One of my father’s friends ignored his symptoms, didn’t want to be manhandled – and these things do not disappear – and he died way too young. Don’t let that be you.
Sadly the Father’s Day date lands on me by surprise these days because I no longer have to plan for it – though I wish I still did.
I miss my dad’s one-liners. ‘I’ve got maggots in my bin and I don’t know what to do’, I once told him. ‘Do nowt,’ he replied. ‘They’ll turn into flies and bugger off.’
The Dalai Lama he wasn’t but I know which one made me laugh more.
