There’s an image going round the internet at the moment. Have you seen it? It’s a photograph from a freelance photographer of one of the refugees from Syria, a father, holding his children in his arms, another adult, maybe his wife, leaning in towards him with head bowed. Behind him are other refugees, blurred out of focus, and the great, grey sea. His face is etched with grief, horror, relief and a wild, grim desperation. This man is being held up as the true face of the refugees – a whole horde of humanity determinedly, desperately escaping untenable circumstances in their home country.
The Boy has his preschool booster jabs this afternoon. I thought it was bad enough taking my unsuspecting 8 week old bubba along two weeks ago – there she was, happily feeding when boomf! Needle ambush in her fat little thigh. And then they did it again! Poor poppet.
I thought that it might be easier taking The Boy along. He’s old enough that I can explain things to him so he knows what’s coming and that didn’t seem so bad, but then I thought – Crap! He’s gonna know what’s coming! I’ll have to restrain a screaming three year old (and a bloody muscley one at that), especially when they come to doing injection number two.