I wake each morning asking for the courage to manage this madness, to remain steady, kind, calm and balanced. And every day I fail. I cried in the supermarket, leaving a blotchy stain on his coat when he hugged me. The shelves were empty, no vegetables, no fruit and people we never usually see coming in at 6 am like us but with gapingly huge trolleys. It is a madness. There is no shortage but one is being created. I don’t want to panic, to feel fear but the reaction of some creates a domino effect inside. Keep it at bay. It isn’t real. We won’t starve, will we? We can live with less. Surely.

Give me grace. Grant it. Please. Let me be good. Let me be kind. Work helps. And I have much, much to do. Amen to that.