Apologies if you’re sick of reading/hearing/watching things about the riots in the UK. I didn’t really want to write about them, but I can’t really think about anything else, so I will.
It’s been fine where we live (so far), apart from relatively small-scale trouble in the next town (although this is obviously bad enough if it directly affects you). Where I work has also been OK so far. It’s not the most likely place for a bunch of rioters to kick off, but I suppose you never know. However, where Mr C works has been really badly affected. The local pub has been destroyed, most of the shops have been damaged – a couple beyond repair, there are burnt out cars (including a police car), the high street had been cordoned off and fire people were still tackling a fire which has severely damaged the local Marks and Spencer. One of the charity shops had been looted and people had piled up clothes and things from the shop and tried to burn them all. There is a horrible smell of burning everywhere. The railway station Mr C usually stops had is closed because there’s an unsafe building (made unsafe by being set fire to) nearby, and another nearby station has closed because of violence in the area today.
Where Mr C works is one of those places that was just about crawling out of its past as a deprived, crime-ridden area. Lots of money has been poured in to try and regenerate it, and it has got better. Moreover, there is a great community there, of people who love where they live and want it to thrive. The rioting and looting was carried out by people from outside the area. Most of this paragraph could probably be repeated about quite a few of the places around the country affected by the rioting.
Mr C feels quite angry about what has been done. He says what upset him most was seeing the looks on the faces of people whose livelihoods have been taken away. I mainly feel sad.