I can cope with some horrendous event in my life – illness, divorce, death of a loved one, financial difficulties, etc. – even though it is hard, sad and causes sleepless nights. I deal with whatever it is with strength and purpose. It's the accumulation of small problems – busted washing machine, losing my purse, someone saying something unkind – that really gets to me and makes me feel desperate.
Similarly, it's the accumulation of small things that brings me real happiness – a "poem" about me by granddaughter, the sight of a hedgehog scuttling across the lawn at dusk, tomatoes ripening on the vines in the garden, someone telling me the colour of my shirt suits me.
Am I a superficial and rather sad person or do other people feel this way?
Adapting to the changes of age
If heaven is so wonderful, why do people pray to stop someone going there


Who didn't do their measurements then?

