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!