Before the match a minutes silence for the dead in the New Zealand earthquake. A surprising display of fellow-feeling amid lifes babbling alchemy. Even more amazing ; not a sound from the huge crowd. The silence observed reverentially by both players and fans. Somehow it's reassuring that heartfelt consolation and compassion still punch above their weight in a corrugated world.
In the evening a phone call from New York. ' Could I go and give a dinner chat next week ? '. The caller, a Croesus rich individual, starts to put the world to rights. In the process disparaging a senior member of the administration. " The problem is she wants the wolves to be sated and the sheep left whole ". What old fashioned language.
I ask him if he was Secretary of State what he would have done differently. There is silence on the other end of the line. Criticism without alternatives. All too easy. Today, does anyone apply the ' could I have done better ' rule before weighing in ?
Wilfs homespun Polish Sheepdog view on life. " Hem your blessings with thankfulness ". He's happy. And no, I shan't be travelling next week.