I was going to say something about the kingdom of Trump but, you know what, I’ve decided not to. America has chosen and now Mr Trump has the opportunity to be the best president they’ve ever had – just as he has promised – or he won’t. Only time will tell. I wish you well, USA. The world is watching with bated breath.
There’s a plethora of things going on in the world that I could address, but I won’t. I think that most of us are suffering sensory overload. These days we are constantly bombarded by news, opinions, gossip, misinformation and the venom of cyber trolls. I wouldn’t be surprised if this is what has contributed to the swing towards the far right in a lot of countries. People have got sick of hearing about everyone’s problems and they just want to get inside their bunkers and pull the shades down.
So, instead, I’m going to do a little bit of quiet, private (for now) celebrating. It’s my birthday next Tuesday. I’ll be mumbley-mumble years old and, quite frankly, there was a time when I didn’t think I’d get to be that old. Next week it’ll be five years since I was told the cancer was back and it’s incurable. FIVE YEARS!!! Whoop! Whoop!
I realise there may be some who receive that information with mixed feelings but as for me, I’m delighted. I’m grateful. I’m even just a tad happy.
Let’s not forget that in the midst of misery, disappointment and even fear, there are still good people, happy events and moments of joy. Happy birthday to me!