In the early morning fog, on my way to the local village, my headlights picked up the form of something lying prone and still across the opposing lane. I didn’t stop to see what it was. The rest of my short journey was taken up with self recrimination but not in turning back. My errand completed, some 10 minutes later, I returned home down the same road. I had considered going home by another route to avoid being confronted by the something which I feared might be emotionally draining and physically demanding. There was still the hope that someone may have already stopped and dealt with the problem, which welcome scenario seemed more and more likely as I got closer to home. It turned out to be a large stone that must have fallen from a trailer earlier that morning.
Confession may be good for the soul, but not for the poor soul who may have been that lump lying in the road. In the same blinkered way I shall carry on writing about the pleasure that I derive from preparing and eating food even though I’ve seen the statistics that tell me that 87,000,000 people, worldwide, are currently suffering from extreme hunger and poverty. I’m relying on someone to get there before me.