Oh America

I know this isn’t a place for politics but I have an American husband so waking up to the horrific news of the return of Trump in the US was a real blow.  V was devastated and we talked through the impact on the world.  I had woken up very early and checked the news at around 4am and could see the way it was going.  Naturally I didn’t sleep again. 

V went off to teach in a black shirt and tie but I pointed out he looked more like he was off to zap an alien than a man in protest at the death of America. 

On my morning walk in the woods I stood and looked up at this oak tree, still holding on to its leaves and thought about the patterns of life and of the world.  

I had a busy day, talking to a writer, running in and out of Petersfield to pick up a delivery.  

V was out late for dinner and tired by my short night I went to bed fairly early having watched the first episode of the new series of Industry.  Which was full of surprising moments!