Well said.
I've just returned from walking Ben and it's a beautiful bright day, albeit a tad chilly. The trees and bushes are almost bare of this year's foliage which lends a melancholy air to the season. On the walk I've stopped to chat with neighbours grumbling about the cost of living while at the same time discussing their plans for Christmas and the presents they intend to buy. People are vexed about their declining living standards. They complain about the Government, the weather, the cost of fuel, next door's dog barking, buses not arriving on schedule, etc, etc. But, for me, this represents daily life and the country I love, England. It may not be perfect, but at least I'm not dodging bullets and missiles; living under the reign of an oppressive regime and fearing a knock on my door; walking several miles to collect a pail of polluted water ...
On reflection, life's not all bad
