My wish this week is to sit down with a cup of hot coffee, sitting on a cosy sofa, serenaded by some soft music and reading a book without caring what the world thinks ...
This morning alone, I have received an email and a phone call from two separate persons on how they were affected by the stories I wrote today.
Why couldn't people be a bit more open-minded, less rigid and less particular about the minor details? Why do they have to turn small things into big issues? Is it a matter of life and death?
