Half and half

I meant to post while I was on the overground coming home from work some time ago

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It’s a really interesting book which raises so many issues, some in particular struck a chord with me… that of the experience of mixed race children.

‘Jessica’ speaks to Eddo-Lodge about being mixed race…

“I’ve had these feeling about my identity and I’ve just pushed them down, deep down, and I do think they have affected my mental well-being”

“There are people thinking that you’re half and half, that you can only be stuck between two worlds”

 

 

phew!

It’s been a busy time - the play I was working on came to an end and it takes it out of you.

I’ve since spent time decompressing, catching up with me and mine.

I went to the south of France to visit some galleries I’d wanted to see, took endless photos of a high-ceilinged French apartment and put films on at night so it wouldn’t seem so empty. I took a train along the coast and sat by a private pool (thanks to a wonderful actor in the play!) and just drank coffee and wrote in my diary.

For the most part only speaking to waiters, baristas, ticket officers and one guy on a bus when I realised I’d missed my stop!

I thought of Mum encouraging me to “go on adventures” like she had done especially when she first came over and wanted to see Europe, sometimes with the other nurses sometimes on her own.

I just called her…

Why did you go?

“To see places !”

 

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