It’s been a funny old week
of weather: our friend’s 70th birthday party last Sunday was blessed with a glorious sunny day for the lively and eclectic mixture of family and friends from Britain, France, the US and Canada. The food was wonderful and the Seriously Sinful Chocolate Cake went down well. Since then we’ve had some serious rain, hot sunshine and showers. The tail end of hurricane Bertha is due to hit us tomorrow, somewhat tamed by its long crossing of the Atlantic.
World news gets ever more horrendous. Why would Obama think that an air strike will “prevent genocide” in Gaza? More killing to stop killing? I don’t think so. Can nothing be done to bring peace?