England, you make me want to weep.

Yes, I'm crying.

I've watched the news in horror. The violence spreading over the country.

Now, it's Gloucester.

Gloucestershire was once my home.

A beautiful place, where I was happy to bring up my children.

I still can't believe it.

And I can, unfortunately.

This very morning, I thought at least most small towns are safe.

Wrong.

What is wrong with a society who breeds such violence?

Why do people have in such harsh and difficult situations?

Why do people grow with nothing and yet turn out decent human beings?

And others, stop caring. They create this terror, steal.

They're not stealing to feed their families. They're just trashing whole neighbourhoods in the name of what?

People have been cowering in their houses.

Others have tried to defend their neighbourhoods or want to clean up.

I want to hold on to that little bit of hope.

That's all I can say today. I shouldn't even be writing this. I'm so poorly, I can't even think straight.

But I'm too sad not to say anything.