Everything changes

We are now living in a different world. I mean, my bin day has been changed. I’m struck, though, by how good and bad news, even over such huge issues, don’t land the same way for me. I’m struck by how they don’t seem to be equally real. For instance, the only time in the last 15 years that I did not write to you on a Friday morning was in 2016 when the Brexit result was announced and I spent the day shaking. And if you now please flash forward to 2024, then even saying that year to you, I can feel how my stomach was when I learnt that all of the US election polls had been flat wrong. Flash forward again to this week and what I may never forget is how my stomach shook as I reached for my phone around 5am to read the news about this election. I did stop shaking, my stomach did go back to sleep, but there wasn’t the same or there wasn’t an equal and opposite reaction to the election before. Surely this is just me, but as me, I know that I went back to bed and then throughout the day kept…

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