My art supplies.
Flowers.
Photographs of family.
A well stocked larder/fridge/freezer.
My Police Commendation. (It’s not on show, but I know it’s there.)
In my hallway I have two rows of pretty string/ribbon with pegs holding the cards I receive throughout the year. It gives me joy to think of the people who sent me the cards. After Christmas all the cards are removed and the strings slowly fill up again.
What do you think about my situation?
How can *anybody* still see this man as any kind of statesman or world leader?
