For those who don’t know meine dunkleheit is german for ‘my darkness’. The title is a little ambiguous; perhaps relating to my dark innermost thoughts but also giving a wee nod to my little dark friend Izzi (whom I affectionately call Der Kleine Dunkle). She is by no means my only little friend (she’s just the youngest) she has three siblings; Remi, Mili and Popi (you’ll read more about them later).
Izzi is just over two years old and she’s a rescue cat. We rescued her from the South Birmingham Cat’s Protection homing centre on 26 April 2015. She is a very strange wee cat; very independent and determined. She loves being outside and recently due to the long warm and sunny days we have hardly seen her save for a few minutes each day when she comes in for food. She seems a very happy and contented wee cat.
I wish I was as happy and contented as wee Izzi… this week has been particularly difficult because it has been so hot; a British heatwave no less. These heatwaves generally last 3-5 days but what makes them so unbearable is how quickly the temperature rises from around 15° shooting up to 28° almost overnight. Also, in the Midlands (because we are land locked) there is no air, not the slightest breeze and the air feels heavy, like treacle. Its hard to breathe, especially at night. The slightest movement has me sweating profusely. I seem to sweat out of my head therefore my hair always looks frizzy. To be honest, I’m not so bothered about how I look its how I feel, exhausted, swollen, achy and damp. Also, I am quite overweight and have lipoedema and fibromyalgia; two conditions which do not tolerate the heat well. More about that in subsequent posts…
The news this week has focused on the Grenfell Tower disaster and the aftermath of the general election. I have read so much about both I feel sort of numb. The Grenfell fire was horrifying, but not nearly as horrifying as all the ‘hearts and flowers’ bollocks that has been going on since. It never ceases to amaze me how charitable and kind people appear to be after an event. Before this fire, nobody seemed to gave a shit. They still voted for the ridiculous policies of the Tories, but now everybody and his dog sees the logic of the Labour party under Jeremy Corbyn, and are preaching his policies as if they agreed with him all along. People change their opinions and standpoint only when they are scared other people will think badly of them or they want to somehow further their own agenda/popularity or appease their own conscience. Fucking Simon Cowell and all the other human detritus with their ‘song for Grenfell’ – it makes me puke. They have to attach themselves to other people’s suffering for good press because they are the scum of the earth.