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  Of course there is also another side to all of this, which is the emotional and psychological pain and distress which my dear mother might be suffering as she moves inexorably towards the abyss.  In social work, there is the perspective which holds that emotional abuse of  a child, at least some types of emotional abuse, can be more potent or damaging than some kinds of physical abuse.  And so it is that, as I watch my dear mother in her prolonged moments of silence, of sitting and then closing her eyes and seemingly drifting off.  That I find myself contemplating where she is? What is happen in her mind, in her consciousness at these times?  These moments, minutes of not appearing to be with me, or what is taking place in the environment which is external to her?  Does she fall asleep at these times or does she actually take leave of what is happening?  And then, there are the other times when I do gaze upon my dear mother, from near or afar, as it were, and beheld her very still bo

  And so it was, on this occasion, that, although Lewis Hamilton might have profited from the Hungarian Grand Prix as he had done from the British Grand Prix.  On this occasion it was not to be so, as both he and Team Mercedes, probably more the former than the latter.   Failed to make the right call, by not taking the opportunity to pit during the the restart of the race, resulting in only Hamilton, rather dejectedly, being the only racer on the starting grid, as the race restarted.  And thereby allowing Estaban Ocon to seize the opportunity of taking the lead and winning the race. Greatly aided and abetted by Fernando Alonso.  Hamilton's former and probably still smarting competitor of years gone by. Who performed the ultimate spoiler's role, of keeping Hamilton behind him and his team mate in the lead. Followed by the stalwart Sebastian Vettel, who, unbeknown to him at the time, was to have his P.2 position removed.   Because of his and his team's purported infringement

'The past is the place of our ancestors, and the future is the place of our children, but we of the present are the bridge of time and space which link them together.' It is not a certainty,  but who is to prove otherwise, that the very old little church of Dixton, in the diocese of Hereford, has not been serving its parishioners for over 1500 years?   Not one of your grand multi-storied churches of old, but the old little church of Dixton, historically, has much to be said for it.  It is probably the oldest church in Monmouth, if not farther afield. It might not be as imposing, infact, it is definitely not as imposing as its more resplendent and heraldic brothers and sisters of the Christian faith, but it has served the same purpose.  That of facilitating the communal worship of God by people who believe in God and wished,  probably even forced by the conditions of their lives, throughout the ages of the past.  To visit these ascribed holy and sacred places, and to humble, to