I don’t have much faith, but I do have a little bit. Apart from routinely doing back to “well the world will blow up one day and we’re all gonna die so nothing matters…” as an explanation for why my kids shouldn’t worry so much, I also burn leaves, cast spells and teach them to…

The other day I saw my daughter question something about herself for the first time…     Darling, Me And My Million Flaws:   I think a lot, and I’m incredibly flawed. I drink, I smoke – sometimes. I’m unreliable, annoying, I’m always late. I’ve been told that I’m a drama queen, a pushover, crazy,…

So again, let’s all remember this is just me, in my garden, thinking. I’m no specialist on Marxism, I don’t read Neiche, I don’t even know how a radio works, so just relax, realise I might be totally talking to faeries and carry on the conversation with the person closest to you later on. THE…

But there was something about those hours upon hours upon hours of pure wondering that had vanished from my life… “How are you going to make the world a better place?” My father would ask me, again and again.  “I’m just going to go around and make people’s days better?” I would answer. “That’s not…