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Petition!

This blog has been rather quiet lately.  I've been writing a lot of short stories and am struggling with a novel at the moment not to mention my four kids who are off on their summer holidays.  They are, however, going back to school soon.

There is a blogger who is very dear to my heart, but it's not one of my usual readers.  This blogger and blog couldn't be more different from me and mine, but it really doesn't matter. She's a housewife from the upper strata of middle class life in London and I'm a struggling housewife/student/aspiring writer here in north India.  But we share a common bond.  She was the one who inspired me to blog.  She is DulwichMum.

DulwichMum is going through major despair at the moment.  As a mother of schoolgoing children, she is horrified that her local borough council in London has decided to axe some of the Lollipop Men and Lollipop Ladies who make the roads safer for the schoolchildren to cross on the way to school.  For the sake of a few pounds, the lives of schoolchildren are being put at risk.  DulwichMum is promoting a campaign to save the Lollipop people.  So, because what matters to DM matters to me, I'm posting the link to the petition here.  So if any of my blogging friends show up here, please go over and sign the petition.  I'm not widely read these days I know, but every little helps.  Please go and sign the petition and DulwichMum and I will owe you our eternal gratitude!

And here's the link.

And here's the link to DM's inspiring post on the subject.



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