Count your blessings and don’t be angry

Reading last week’s letters was very sad.

Apparently we are in a police state; we have human rights, what an outrage; there are unelected bureaucrats in Brussels; people are receiving strange letters; there were scooter problems, environment troubles and, worst of all,

8,500 refugees, men, women and children risked their lives in rubber boats to come to Britain, thinking they would be welcomed, what a cheek!

Why don’t they stay in their own country and be killed?

My grandmother brought her family to Britain in 1930 to find work and give them a better life, they had nothing but how they worked, the men dug tunnels, build roads, railways and houses, the women went into service, worked in hotels and grand houses. In 1939, some went to war, other worked in munitions factories; some were killed in air raids, their children were evacuated.

Please, you sad letter writers, do go to your local hospitals, visit restaurants, surgeries, care homes, building sites and see who is working there, they are the descendents of those early immigrants, who knows, they may be looking after you one day.

Be kinder, less angry and give some thought to the 63,000 people who have died from coronavirus and whose families are devastated and won’t be having a happy Christmas and perhaps, count your blessings you are not in a rubber boat in the English Channel in December.

Eileen Riden