Day 12

I sat today and wondered where it all started. It was the bank. Before the bank our money was our own. Working people now all have bank accounts and so all their finances are hidden away in the vaults of someone else. Let us look after your money we were persuaded. Then when the milkman came for his money we had none to give him so the milk became integrated into the plastic shop which really did not cost us as much did it? Well the milk was cheaper and nothing wrong with plastic bottles is there? Cold callers are now regarded a nuisance.As a child in this village a man called ‘Id the Oil’ used to visit us once a week. He brought paraffin for the lamps and his little lorry was full of pinafores hanging in their dozen and pegs and bowls and galvanised buckets and wooden mop handles and cotton mop heads. This must have been the start of oil in our lives. Before ‘Id the Oil’ it was candles and coal. But then the banks took our money and now we use only plastic. The callers became an imposition, the computer now sells us everything without us having to go out of the door so our shops will all become like the new Amazon warehouse in Jersey Marine. Where the Tower Hotel once bragged ball courts and pavilions and walks onto the beach across what is now the main road into Swansea we have a massive faceless warehouse which is the future unless we start getting out there and finding out what is left to salvage of an interactive life. Today was spent in reflection. The food was all prepared yesterday. This is getting easy but the weekend is on the way.