I almost called today's post 'Futility' because that is the mood I am in today but then I reasoned that we just must not let ourselves get like this, so I changed it to the day of the week.
But looking at the News this morning (yes although our transmitter is down 'indefinitely' I can watch BBC programmes on iplayer) there was nothing at all to be the slightest bit cheerful about.
It is perhaps apt that I happen to have just made a second reading of A Farewell to Arms and Ernest Hemingway's take on the first World War which is my choice for our september Book Group. Whatever impression Hemingway gives about his macho attitude to war, the overriding impression I get from reading the book is the sheer futility of it all - the death, the dest ruction, the thousands killed or suffering by the side of the road waiting to die, and for what - often half a mile of territory gained or lost.
Then I watch Breakfast and the pictures of the Taliban in Afghanistan. And I think of the twenty years or whatever that 'we' spent there and then we suddenly all pull out and leave them to their fate. I heard a Taliban leader speaking yesterday - quite a reasonable man if that is what you believe in - saying that the Taliban will take over the country as quickly as possible and everyone will live under strict Islamic law. People will die along the way because that is what happens in war - so the quicker it is over and Islamic rule is established then the sooner things will return to normal.
And the futility of it all hit me. Was there a reason why we went there? I don't know much about the reason so maybe someone can enlighten me. I don't know the rights and wrongs of it all. All I know is that I see the women and children hungry, in Kabul to which they have fled, the children frightened, the women desperate for themselves and for their children and I am pretty certain they just want it all over too. Maybe I am wrong - there was hardly a man to be seen - maybe the men are away fighting on one side or the other. But isn't it always the women and children who suffer?
Then the next News item is about children being killed in the bombing in the Yemen. Imagine one's family being bombed and killed and again - for what? Please tell me someone.
Following this the wildfires and according to my taxi driver some of them started deliberately in the Olive Groves because olives are no longer a really good cash crop and more money could be made if permission was granted for houses for holiday homes to be built on the land. Is this true and if so what dreadful devastation of peoples' homes as the fires get out of control.
We complain about things here but goodness me how lucky we are to live in a stable country with an elected Government. Everyone ought to be thinking about ways in which we can try to improve things in our own small ways rather than just complain about them all the time.
There - I have got it off my chest and I feel better for offloading it all. Not that it will do any good.