“It all seems to happen at once,” someone said to me at church this morning, reflecting on the last couple of months in her family.
Watching the news, it’s hard not to feel the same way. The first two months of President Trump’s office in the White House have turned the news cycle into even more of a roller-coaster than expected. Those pictures of the Ukrainian Ambassador to the US watching with her head in her hands as Trump and Vance laid into Zelenskyy in the last week of February summed up how most of us were feeling. It’s genuinely impossible to predict what will have happened by the time you read this.
Amid newspaper columns despairing of the tearing up of the old world order – and the ongoing soundtrack of the failings of the NHS, the woes of the economy, and the cost of HS2 – a different headline caught my eye yesterday: “Scaffolders and servicemen thank me for crying on TV,” writes Keith Brymer Jones of The Great Pottery Throwdown in the I newspaper. “Ah now,” I said to myself. “That’s the kind of piece I can bear to read.”
The irony of our Decembers
I have a friend who once told me that, in the course of daily life, she frequently imagines what it …