I have very forthright opinions, strongly held even stronger opined… So much so that I made my mum cry. I hate the fakery of remembrance day! I hate that all the powers that be parade around with their faux solemnity, with great portent, pretending to be sad about the loss of life in wars that they themselves have sanctioned. Usually wars without cause except ones they themselves have set up. This is my opinion. I think about people dying every single day, I don’t need to wear a poppy. However, my mum never got to see her Dad, because he was killed in the 2nd World War at Bari in Italy. She feels the need to have a special day to think about her Dad. I made her cry because she felt I was not respecting her Father. She is not the first person I have upset this week. I have upset my kids, my friend and myself. I realise that although I was being honest in each case, honest to myself, that perhaps my railing against things and people is part of my depression… That perhaps running around on the heath screaming “Pity Poor Tom, Tom’s a cold” like a latter-day King Lear, is not the way to create a more healthy mental outlook. I’m contemplating upon these things. So I would like to offer a humble apology to all I may have upset with my opinions and the way I frame them. I’m sorry, I’m not feeling myself these days.