I’ve written at some length on this blog about child protection cases, and Baby P.
However there are lots of cases that don’t get so much media attention.
On the 18th October 1998 13-year-old Aliyah Ismail was pronounced dead after an overdose of methadone. She had been consistently failed by social services.
She was involved in child prostitution and had a chaotic life.
Aliyah had been moved 68 times during her short life – between her parents, social workers, foster carers and children’s homes. The police also picked her up on occasions.
Three weeks before her death took a long overdue decision to put her in secure accommodation to protect her, but they failed to fast track the process which would have meant her being detained. Unfortunately she had already absconded and ultimately this would lead to her death.
I’m’ just posting this because I thought of her today. She had a talent for languages and wanted to be a barrister when she grew up. She may have been living a nice life now, perhaps studying and reaching her potential if she had been properly protected.
I hope she is at peace.
The saddest thing is there will be more girls and boys like her falling through the net right now.
I don’t feel like whoever gets in at this election is going to really stop this, because children like Aliyah and many like her don’t hold much political weight.
The sky is quite amazing here in Bermondsey but no sign of the resurrection as yet. I’ve not given in to chocolate cravings today instead I’ve been on the blueberries. Usually I would be in North Wales, taking in the delicious smells as the roast cooks, instead I’m having a stir fry. I’ll get my Welsh roast dinner in the next 12 weeks.
I really want to take the train from London to Russia but money dictates that’s not possible unless some lunatic says yes to my credit demands!
Never underestimate the gift of being able to sleep at night.
I watched a programme about obesity, even though I wanted a pizza more than anything, I thought I’d give the above pictured meal a go. It was tasty but the next day I had a greggs pasty for lunch and that was more pleasurable , I gave it a go though, right? I mean, my BMI is not what the doc would like but I’m not in the danger zone yet. If I don’t go hell for leather on the greggs, and never eat carbs after 5 I should be okay. Oh, and a bit of exercise would probably help but somehow it’s not possible, for reasons I justify that astound me. Last time I was going to go I thought, I won’t because I only have one clean towel. That was it, game over, back on the sofa.
Last week I did go out on the bike, but trying to navigate the streets of London and staying alive due to the insane manoeuvres of lorry and van drivers turned it in to a rather traumatic experience. I have to remember I can’t engage in road rage exchanges on a pushbike. I also did a lot of walking in the last few weeks, London Bridge to Tooting, around The City one Sunday, which is the best time to go in my opinion, and on various other little treks. Sounds good, but I smoke and drink so it’s all pointless I suppose in the end.
I also like to drink skimmed milk, sometimes 6 pints a day so i’ve no problem in the bone department.
Maybe you are reading this thinking why the hell there is a pic of my dinner and a little paragraph about that, well that’s the great thing about this blog lark. If you don’t like it click on this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zdasg6oQV0g&feature=PlayList&p=BC04EA3B3A21D693&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=25
Thanks for reading, enjoy your lunch be it pasty/kebab/salad/jacket spud.