The moving finger

Some bad karma around today. TSM hit a traffic jam at 7.15 this morning, turned off her engine and finally moved again at 10.15. As for me, had a day long headache, tunnel vision, and a GP appointment. But saddest of all was the news that an old colleague had died after a long battle with a brain tumour. A lot of sad faces and a few red eyes around the office.

Sitting on the settee tonight, TSM pointed out that the news stories were about paedophiles, murderers, oversexed politicians, corrupt police and child killers. My retort was that for every nasty news story there are a thousand loving gestures and acts of everyday heroism that go unreported and not a day goes by without me thinking how nice someone has been to me.

The media are of course obsessed with all the crap. If you asked a journalist to write about one aspect of your house they would ignore the beautiful flowers on the dining table or the freshly made cake in the kitchen or the sound of children laughing in the garden, and head straight for the unflushed toilet and give you the false impression that the whole place stank.

I'm not saying life isn't without its challenges and bad things do happen, but if our dearly departed colleague could send us a message I am sure she would tell us to stop being so gloomy and just enjoy life as much as possible. Lets get the balance back.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit,
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it...