There’s a very odd atmosphere in our community today. It’s never been so quiet, even on a Sunday. Especially on a Sunday.
Very odd seeing the priest that baptised my daughter being interviewed live on the BBC News Channel. I keep seeing people I know on TV, in tears.
Very hard trying to tell my son Henry, who is 8 and was in the same class as Jimmy Mizen’s youngest brother, not to worry and that this sort of thing won’t happen to him. But if it can happen to a boy like Jimmy, who went to Henry’s school, a few yards from Henry’s school in the middle of a sunny Saturday, it’s hard not to think that it can happen to anyone.
It’s not hard to tell him that it is very unlikely to happen to him because it is very unlikely to happen to him, for goodness sake. Children are unlikely to be killed by a car in London, but even so it is worth worrying about because there are a few things they can do to make it less likely. Worrying about being stabbed is as stupid as planning your life based on what you’ll do when you win the lottery. It is so improbably that it may as well not exist as an issue. You can tell your children with a completely clear conscience that they really don’t need to worry at all.
Logical…
Oooh the irony. I see from the Guardian article that he was in fact going to the shops to buy his first lottery ticket.