A couple of sad stories I heard today locally (don’t even get me started on globally).
First, a National Trust house with collections from local museums, including Victoria Crosses and the football played in a match between the Germans and Brits in WW1, went up in flames. Everyone has fond memories of going through the house and all the beautiful rooms. People got married there and were scheduled to get married there. Children, OAPs, everyone enjoyed going there. The volunteers who worked at the house are devastated. It took 6 hours to tackle the blaze and now all that remains is the exterior walls. From the military collection only one medal case was recovered.
Later on at work we learnt that a council tenant in the town had been found dead in her house. The team from the council had arrived to do a routine check on the boiler and found her body. She had been dead months. How sad that someone can pass away and not be missed for that length of time. A colleague of mine said that this had happened in the past with someone who had been found dead in a council property for years not months. It is beyond comprehension that people can have no-one to look out for them, not even neighbours. The now old fashioned idea of looking out for your neighbour is definitely a thing of the past for most people.
Sorry for such a morbid post, but it is definitely food for thought. Makes you wonder when you last saw your elderly neighbour leave the house. If it’s been a while, knock on the door and have a chat with them.
This blog is for UNICEF.
Thanks for reading.