There was I this morning poring over many words and fine thoughts, when SWMBO glanced at the book and said ‘all these words, all this philosophy, all this stuff written down—people would be better occupied making clay pots.’
Some time later I saw on the BBC news website that a large sinkhole had opened up in Foolow, just off the road between Chesterfield and Manchester, near where I used to work in Derbyshire.
‘Look’, she said, ‘you could fill that with philosophers and theologians. Then it would be useful.’
The picture, taken later today, shows a different sort of poring.