Wot a bunch of whingers!

I look around 90% of this world and thank the "falling of chance - aka good luck" that I was born in Britain to a working class family.
Sure I could be in Canada or Oz but I could just as well be in Eritrea, Bangladesh or Haiti.
I actually live in a place where my healthcare, while not perfect, is in place and affordable to me; my mother is cossetted in her old age, where I can work and earn to the best of my ability and have plenty of leisure time. My kids can go to college for free. I can own my own house or live in comfy accommodation at reasonable rent. I live in a country where a window cleaner -
a window cleaner for goodness sake - can run two vehicles, go abroad for holidays, drink and eat out inexpensively.
What's not to be content with? I don't mind my Hungarian, Indian and British neighbours (even the chavs next door are better now the kids are at college and their stepfather is back on the dustbins). The police/council have evicted the area's asbo family (finally) and the twoccers seem to have been curbed by immobilisers and law enforcement. The beat of rotors comes round reassuringly often to chase the local druggies.
And politically, all my life it's swung between labour and tories with a bit of LD in local government - they are "all the same" - but in a way that curbs accesses and allows for improvement. The worst I have known is power cuts and strikes in the 70's - good fun as a kid - and waste not being collected.
Sure I can c
ock my life up or walk under a bus - but hey, stop moaning and look for the positives.
Rant over!
