I have seven animal pictures arranged around a window frame behind my desk – three birds, two bears, a dog and a koala. The koala looks the most knowing, and so he’s the one I talk to.
‘What do you think, little friend,’ I ask, ‘what’s the best I can hope for?’
He hasn’t graced me with a reply yet; he’s a silent oracle so far. But one day, maybe. Could be he’s still thinking about the question.