This morning my pal Mummy Barrow shared a photograph of her cold feet out walking her dog without shoes on and tagged it #BarefootCoatless. I was interested to know why so I went to her blog and read todays post. Mummy Barrow went to Jordan recently with World Vision to see the refugee camps and it is a follow up to this, saying that refugees fled their homes in fear. The took what they could grab, and for most of them planning ahead to colder months was unlikely to have crossed their minds. A bomb lands nearby your house, you don’t plan and pack a suitcase, you’d grab the children and leg it in whatever you were wearing wouldn’t you?
Airline food blogger Nikos Loukas of Inflight Feed is calling on airlines, inflight caterers and their suppliers to donate blankets, pillows, toiletries kits, inflight kids packs, food and water to those in need in Greece and France. He then wants to charter a plane from London to Kos to deliver it all, along with volunteers. Loukas is hoping to charter a plane on the 27th September to deliver donations along with 130 volunteers to assist on the ground. The plan? To provide meals and comfort to those struggling in Greece. So far airports and airline caterers across the UK and Europe have quickly offered Loukas free storage space to accept delivery of donations. Whilst donations such as pre packed meals, children’s fun packs and coffee cups have started to trickle in since he started the campaign on the weekend, however he still requires further donations from the airline industry.
It’s not often I get all political but that picture of Aylan Kurdi really got to me. He was so little, so perfect. He looks like my lads in so many ways, it hit me hard. I was bothered before, but kinda thought things were improving for the refugees and that big charities had it under control. It seems though he’s not died in vain, obviously I wish he and his brother Galip were still alive, as I wish all the other refugees were. But this little boy changed the world, I had of course seen lots of other nasty pictures and video clips on the news, but nothing hits a parent in the chest like seeing a dead baby. I immediately recognise things about him, but those tiny little shoes, they got me most. Shoes – it sounds so dumb, but my boys had tiny shoes like that: dirty soles […]