The world from my window

And as I sit in this bubble of loveliness, this village I call Lush Places, I wonder what it's all about. Down here, we are like Japanese soldiers who are holed up on an island and don't know the war has ended. If it weren't for the TV, radio, newspapers and social media, we would be none the wiser. With all this weirdness swirling around like twisters in parts of this green and pleasant land , the trouble seems very distant, even though my dear namesake niece in Woolwich is a bottle's throw away from some of it. When the worst thing to happen in The Enchanted Village is that someone scrawls a swear word inside the play tunnel or writes ' You are gay ' on Mrs Bancroft's car in the snow or leaves a field gate open, the London that is burning today is a different world. Although it is distant, the news we are seeing and hearing feel like the end of the world as we know it. Riots and nastiness spreading like wildfire, a Northern Lights polar bear ...