I woke up at 7 this morning. Rolled a ***, made a brew, a few slices of toast and lime marmalade, feeling pretty good.
7:15 sat their chilled out, waiting for the wife to get out the bathroom, wondering what the day would bring, thinking it was going to be happy and productive.
Not realising that the drive to work at 8 was gonna leave a bitter taste after listening to the radio and the atrocities of what was to unfold in Belgium would be felt ringing in my ears for the remainder of the day. While at this time the death toll continues to rise. I went home at lunch and watched the pictures from the airport on the TV. In the corner of the screen, there was a pram. What did that child do to have to live through that carnage going off around them? Maybe it was the babies fault that the terrorists pathetic little mate got arrested 4 days ago for what happened in Paris?
Why can't these people quit making other peoples lives hell? Did the victims really die for a good cause? No. Because in case you didn't realise you thick terrorist f***'s, life will go on and sour memories will remain. You've achieved nothing other than to make the rest of the world who don't have the same beliefs as you, hate you even more! You're the minority and you will never win.
Sincere condolences to the victims and their families.
