I’m praying to you but I don’t know who you are. My grandparents used to pray to God, but now lots of people say there is no such person and anyone who’s religious is just imagining it. And other people say there is, but not the one that Christians call God, the one who had a son called Jesus. They have other names for their god. Whatever, this is what’s on my mind this week.
I suppose I should introduce myself to the people reading this, but I’m not going to because exactly who I am is not important. What is important is that there are billions of people in the world who are like me deep down. We all want peace and we all want to live happily, with a roof over our head, not cold but not too warm. We want to be fit and healthy and safe. Actually, I am those things, and I’m grateful for it, although I can’t really imagine anything else, because as I said, that’s how my life has always been.
I have parents who live together and seem happy with each other. Many of my friends’ parents are divorced or were never married in the first place. There’s nothing wrong with that, I know. Or rather my parents tell me there’s nothing wrong with it. When they were kids, everyone had a Mum and Dad living together, but I gather that was not necessarily because they were happy. It was because they couldn’t afford to get divorced. My Mum and Dad have been married forever and they’re going to be together forever. Don’t ask me how I know that, I just do.
I’ve got lots of friends and a cat and a laptop and a phone. What more does anybody need?
Our family has enough money, even though my Dad, in particular, would like to have more because he says there’s always something cropping up that needs paying for. The car breaks down, the cat gets ill, prices go up, and the sums he and Mum have done for balancing the books, as they call it, don’t add up anymore.
One thing we don’t have to worry about is healthcare, because we live in the United Kingdom, which is known as the UK, and we have something called the National Health Service (NHS). I’m not sure exactly where that gets its money from, but I think it’s from people who work, and they pay a certain amount every month which ends up in a hospital’s bank account. Something like that.
Anyway, I’ve never seen my parents pay the doctor, and I’ve never been in hospital, so I wouldn’t know about that. I’ve got a cousin who’s a nurse, though, and he tells me the government is always trying to save money by giving the NHS less of it. Yes, I said ‘he’. It’s not that unusual to have male nurses, is it? You see a lot of female doctors.
So that’s what I’m talking to you about tonight, Whoever. Bless the doctors and nurses and the specialists who know everything there is to know about whatever it is they’re interested in.
Ideally I would ask you to never let anybody get ill or have an accident, but I suppose if you could arrange that, you would have done it by now. Why do bad things happen to good people? Ross said that on Friends when his shampoo leaked in his luggage on the way back from holiday.
Friends is pretty funny even though it’s ancient now. My parents have the complete box set and I’ve watched all of it. It’s a very grownup programme and it shows how life is for adults, so maybe I will live in an apartment like they do one day. I want to be like Rachel because she’s really pretty and works in the fashion world. Monica’s more like my Mum and Phoebe’s crazy. Joey’s nice and he’s very popular with girls. But he never has an actual girlfriend. That’s weird. It’s not like he couldn’t get one. Maybe he’s not as confident as he pretends.
Sorry, Whoever. I digress, as my English teacher says. I don’t know why it’s not ‘I am digressing’ or ‘I have digressed’, but that’s what he says. So please keep everybody safe and well and if you can organize for the Friends people to get back together, that would be great.