Very much like the proverbial buses - here we are again.
First of all a confession - the trip to the theatre was actually very entertaining and thanks to Sky+, I was able to watch the final episode of Spooks when I got in and then this morning I watched the Strictly results show just to see Vincent and Flavia dance the tango. Mrs B said it was amazing and she was quite right. I ate my fruit and muesli and felt totally ready to embrace the day ahead, full of the joys of spring.
I thought, why not go and let the lovely people in GuruDrew-Land know about your trip out, make them smile and help them feel as happy as you do?
So, I sat down in front of my quite expensive middle class Apple Mac and thought about the great fun I could have telling you some of the jokes I stole last evening...then I glanced at the news.
The joys of spring vanished, the cold of winter returned and a sick feeling hit me in the stomach.
Let me show you...
I don't doubt that whoever is responsible for this act of cowardice and hate have people in their life (or lives) who love them - I just hope one day they might begin to feel how the people who love Stuart Walker feel today.
I nearly wrote that 'I hope you never know the feeling' - but I don't feel like offering any escape route today.
When I read the story I immediately thought of those words written by Robert Burns:
'Many and sharp the num'rous ills
Inwoven with our frame!
More pointed still we make ourselves
Regret, remorse, and shame!
And Man, whose heav'n-erected face
The smiles of love adorn, -
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
I wrote about conflict yesterday and today I hope that there is conflict within the heart of those who perpetrated this crime but I hope there is no conflict in the mind of anyone who knows of their identity - do the right thing and phone the Police.
I hope that countless thousands will mourn the death of Stuart Walker - I hope that a country will be united in wanting to stand up to those who believe that this is in anyway excusable...if we do not then the blood of Stuart Walker is on all of our hands.