as I ponder my options, conscious that I’m not pulling the levers on global events, can’t march into the wood-panelled meeting rooms and demand action. I’m not rubbing shoulders with the suited leaders but I am in control of how I think and view things, I’ll take that as enough to be getting on with. If I can be fair and try not to moan about things that’s a start. I reward myself for my sageness with a bowl of ice cream. For a few sweet moments I fend off the heat and the hayfever scratch – it’s come on hard this week – before any more fretting about planetary driftings.