It’s striking to me

 It’s striking to me that the world is currently a little odd.

News reports tell of people in highly qualified skilled jobs in service industries not having enough money to buy food.

Local newspapers are running campaigns to set up warm spaces people can go to for free, rather than heating their own home.

Children are dying of Strep A infections because GP surgeries are too busy to see all the worried well. 

Yet, everyone seems surprised that people are prepared to go on strike to demand more money. It’s as though people are meant to look at their bosses in their big heated houses and check out their Instagram page of meals they’ve had out this week and say, ‘There’s no money. How dare I ask?’

Of course people are prepared to strike when things are difficult for them. This is when they do; when losing a week’s money is bad but they can’t afford food anyway, so really, what have they got to lose?

That’s nothing, though. 

The really weird thing is that I was just involved in a school nativity where nothing went wrong. Yes, you heard that. NOTHING. No camels having a poo on the stage. No crying angels. No scenery falling down. No out of time singing (well a tiny bit but they’re 5!). No shepherds’ punch ups. The worst that happened was that one of the sound system speakers was a bit quiet. The audience were good too. Even the sheep got a laugh for his baaa. 

Now, I don’t want to worry you but this is concerning. You might be worried about the polar ice cap melting or whether you will get to see Great Aunt Maud, what with the rail strikes and all that but a perfect nativity is unprecedented. It’s like lightning striking in the same place 5 times.