The last few posts have been a bit miserable, so this week I’ve decided to be thankful. My mother used to sing an old gospel song, “Count your blessings” and, as she chose to do it when I complained about something, it used to annoy the heck out of...

I’m finding that the more frustrated I am about the “big picture” things in the world, the more annoyed I am by the little things. I want to grab Mr Assad and the leader of the rebels and give them both a jolly good talking to before sending them to...

I think I need to retreat from the world, for a while. The more informed I am about world affairs; local and national politics; famine, flooding, fires and earthquakes, and all the horrors that accompany modern warfare, the more depressed I become. And, I don’t...