I've been thinking all day about how I can find the words for what we experienced last week. An hours drive from my house, then half an hour on the Eurotunnel, and we were in the world's worst refugee camp in terms of resources and conditions, yet we were welcomed with open arms. It's amazing how only the people who have nothing really know how to share.
Do you ever get lost in daydreams? Do you ever close your eyes and get so swept away by some delicious fantasy or other that it's as though you're really living it? Then something snaps you back to the here and now, and if you're a really good daydreamer, and you were very much 'gone', it's quite a shock to land back here in your present circumstances?
Djokovic slipped a number of times - he took a tumble, shook it off and got back up. Federer's cool demeanor is majestic - the man is almost completely unflappable... If you treat each win (and each loss) as a single step in a long journey then a stumble is temporary, a rejection an opportunity to learn and a criticism a chance to improve and tweak.
Like most people, I'm a sucker for a feel-good story. Walk into any bookshop and you will see a veritable smorgasbord of inspirational biographies and autobiographies fanned across the shelves. They all have a common golden thread deftly woven through the chapters: overcoming adversity when the odds are stacked against you.
Everyone sits down and says the relationship is in trouble and then tells me the many ways in which the other person is lacking. The conversations are always about what's missing between them or how thing have changed, and a litany of the other person's shortcomings, long before they might mention their own contributions.
I've been down the aisle more times than I care to consider, and I've got an equal number of divorce papers. So who the hell am I to talk about relationships? Well, I'm happy to say I've learned an awful lot about the truth of them, both good and not-so-good, and how they impact our lives and decisions.
The growing number of young people being diagnosed every day with Young Onset Parkinson's is astonishing. I was diagnosed at age 44 and at the time I thought this was very young, but since then I've been in contact with many fellow sufferers, some of whom were diagnosed in their twenties! Suddenly 44 doesn't sound so young!