The pen is mighty in the right hands otherwise it just becomes a sword that kills. 

Are we robotic? Do we have to go along to get along? Spinelessness isn’t an excuse for allowing ourselves to be vessels for other peoples drivel.

© Norma Bobb-Semple 2021

I originally had nothing for this week, but then in Sydney, they had a anti-lockdown “protest”. Where lots were fined and arrested. People who I originally had no respect for, were calling this “protestors”, boof-heads and special idiots. When people who originally thought lock downs were bad, have now done a 180. You should probably listen.

Ironically enough as well, my partner got a text message saying that he needed too get a COVID test done, which meant both myself and my mum had to get tested. I had only been back at my house for ONE night, after the lockdown. So been waiting all day and evening for the results. Pretty sure it’ll be negative though.

NSW, currently, have the Delta Variant, pretty much ripping through NSW. In fact, it’s because of some movers from NSW, that a lot of the other states had to go into lockdown. NSW…

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