The next article to appear here is written and ready to go. But I feel we all need to pause because of the tragedy in Manchester.
I cannot have been more than about five years old when I was caught up in a bombing. A warning had been given, and we all filed out to safety before the bomb went off.
At that age, you just don’t understand what’s going on.
Decades on, I still don’t understand. Human beings have our differences, and we argue for our opinions. That’s natural.
But I cannot peer into the darkness of soul that can inflict murder and mayhem on innocent people, so many of them children.
My sympathies are with the bereaved and the maimed, the frightened and the bewildered.
Compared with this, nothing else matters.