This weekend, I have been trying to blog about the refugee crisis. Indeed, I actually finished a blog this morning, but when I read it back it was just too trite and banal for something so horribly complex and difficult. So I deleted it.
And blogging about anything else at the moment feels like rearranging the deckchairs on the Titanic.
Shall we talk about The Archers instead?
Or I could tell you about trying to stem the flow of blood from Marigold’s nose this afternoon, while we waited for the Welfare Officer.
Me: (whilst pinching nose) Have you had nose bleeds before?
Marigold: No, but I was trying to pick out a really big piece of snot…
Aren’t you glad I shared that? Have a good week.
By the way, if you’re the person from the Netherlands who read 130 of my blogs over the past three days, can I say hello and congratulate you on your remarkably good taste. I’d love to know how you stumbled across me. Proost!