lily was shy today, and looking back i see why, i look like an old bespectacled tortoise! she probably didn't recognise me. then when she did she kept looking at me, what happened to you! are you OK?

i'm ok, but not well, i do feel like an old bespectacled tortoise in my brain, and so very weary of human progress and war.

seven dead and eleven wounded and that's just in this micro-climate of violence in a matter of seven days.

trust me, mothers, it's not just dumb luck.