Bad News
Good news is at a premium these days. No one seems interested. It is all gloom and worry.
The loosening of the covid grip, at least in Britain, is a cause for quiet satisfaction, cautious celebration, but it is being overshadowed by bad news, trumpeted hour by hour in the media.
For weeks the possibility of war between Russia and Ukraine has dominated the headlines, fuelled by warnings from anxious world leaders.
It is being described as the new Munich, a reminder of those fraught days in the late 30s when we were on the brink of the worst ever, most destructive world war.
In London, public air raid shelters were being hastily built. Homes were provided, free,with their own shelters, Anderson for gardens and Morrison for indoors. I helped Dad build a blast wall for our garden one. We were all provided with gas masks.
There was foreboding, worry, but not today’s media interminable obsession posed by the threat of a Ukraine war.
And our government cannot resist joining in, with threats and warnings of dire consequences if Putin invades, well aware of our impotence.
The best advice, I think, is the old slogan, Keep calm and carry on.
The world has seen and endured worst crises.
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