Stitched Up

The Ebola crisis is impacting us hard here at the office at the moment. It feels strange working in a sector where business grows at the expense of such appalling suffering. At least there is some reward for the current long hours in terms of feeling a very small part of the effort to try to control this terrible virus. The dreadfully sad aspect of all this is the extent to which it's been ignored by the developed world until now. I feel rather ashamed that we only respond when there is a chance that it's going to directly affect us. We always seem to be reactive rather than proactive. That needs to change.

My weekday existence is rather narrowly prescribed by routine at the moment. I did pop into my little sewing repair shop today, to pick up various bits and pieces: a bum bag with a mended waistband, a jacket with a new zipper, trousers with buttons sewn on and holes in pockets patched. I love this little workshop, a place for extending the lifetime of loved things over the modern way of chucking out and buying new.