In normal times, I tell you what I’d be doing today. I’d be having a ritual bonfire of my mask collection to celebrate Freedom Day, my appreciation of the event enhanced by coming back from Rome, where I nearly suffocated with the things. Or I’d be thinking bad thoughts about next week’s Tube strike.
But that’s the thing about war; it puts everything else in perspective. When we woke to news that Russia has invaded Ukraine and is apparently preparing to annexe the Donetsk region, that put the small stuff into perspective. My daughter, being 15, assimilates the world via social media: “they’re all talking about Ukraine”, she said interestedly.
