Boisil welcomes the boy Cuthbert; What’s the Point? And George Eliot ponders the delights of Cream, straight from the Udder

Good afternoon and all my very best wishes to you on this Tuesday towards the end of July 2025.  How can it be?  When I received my Regular Commission on passing out from Sandhurst in 1996, I noted with incredulity that the date I would have to retire as an army officer was May 2027.  This date seemed ridiculously futuristic and I remember feeling ecstasy at having so many years ahead of me.  And here we are, just two years away from 2027.  Years of different jobs, getting married, having children, buying homes, losing my mum, Covid, sickness and  health.  It flashes by, one day at a time.  The phrase ‘look after the pennies and the pounds will look after themselves’ is applicable to life: ‘look after the days and the years will look after themselves’.  So let’s look after the days, understanding that a peaceful day today, when  we are kind to people including ourselves, will lead to a happier, more content life. We don’t need to grandly strategise the years if we handle each day with courage, wisdom and grace.

Love Gretel