On Balance.

It seems that no matter how deep the mind falls into the darkness of despond, there’s still a little light left in there which lets you look out of the window and wonder why squirrels are always in such a hurry.

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It’s very dark again in dear old England today. It’s become depressingly rare in recent weeks to go a whole day without rain, and today is not one of the favoured ones. We used to recite a rhyme when I was a kid:

Rain, rain, go away

Come again another day

But, of course, we could hardly be happy in a land without rain. And so we might add:

Swell the grain but leave the hay

Let us have more blue than grey

Keep the cracking earth at bay

But rest throughout our holiday

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And have you noticed that men traditionally discuss while women natter? But the times they are a-changing.