Drugs

It's probably just as well my mother doesn't blog...

My little (secret) warriors

I like them lined up in their box like soldiers in their platoon, or inmates in their concentration camp bunks, branded with their own serial number and all (not to make light of that inhuman atrocity, I hope).

My little warriors they are, for the time being at least. My compromised peace in the unfunny pantomime that is, or can be, life for the politically aware.

I blame the government - all the governments. Better than blaming Mum (or Me).