Aware of my luck

Up early to tweet about the new podcast episode. Ian McMillan eventually retweeted, but it only garnered a handful of likes and had little prominence in his twitter stream that is unbelievably prolific. A happy day, with Lorraine getting the lounge straightened out. We put installed some new wall lights and wired them in without electrocution, hung curtains and temporarily fixed a wobbly leg on the gold sofa and so on. A glorious vegetable soup at lunch and the last birthday Eccles cake with a cup of tea. Got everything back from my accountant, and generally feeling cheery and lucky.

Disturbed by details of the inhumanity of the attack on Israel by Hamas. One clip I watched showed young people dancing at a music festival and on the horizon behind them an approaching line of motorised hang gliders, which turned out to contain armed to the teeth Hamas soldiers. Also appalled by the terrible, and inevitably indiscriminate, retribution that has been unleashed on the Palestinians. Reflecting on my sheer luck and good fortune to have lived a life without ever experiencing the atrocities of war.

A delivery today from Catherine and Tanya, some excellent cheeses and, two fine ales, and some crackers and pickle.