Lia is starting to concern everyone more than a little.  Ever since finding out the truth about David Hunter and the death of her parents she's been gradually tearing herself to pieces.  It's easy for me to tell her to take a grip on things, but what else can I do?  Mind you, I suppose she's got every reason to react the way she has.  I shudder to think of the life she's had to live and the bombshell about poor David must have been the last straw.  Even so, and I hope John Farnham is telling her the same thing, in the end she'll just have to try to forgive and forget.  If she doesn't, the person to suffer most will be her.

 

Funnily enough, my thoughts keep drifting back to Sandy's terrible accident.  It almost frightens me now to think about the vengeance I felt towards David Hunter's uncle Timothy for being the cause of my son being condemned to life in a wheelchair.  Then, one day, while I was visiting Coventry, I sat for a moment to catch my breath by the old cathedral.  As I looked up at that bombed out, yet somehow peaceful old building, my eyes came to rest on a large plaque.  On it was written just one, single word ... forgive.  At that moment I knew that I had to forgive Timothy Hunter.  All I can hope is that maybe Lia has some similar experience to help her get over this giant emotional hurdle.

 

Moving on to more cheerful matters, I was glad to read in my paper today that death, doom and destruction may not be just around the corner and in fact the water situation is not really as bad as many pessimists are predicting.  That's not to say, of course, that there isn't a shortage in some parts of the country.  What it boils down to is that we have to be sensible about it all and should take careful note of whatever the local water board tells us.  Awful warnings and dire predictions seem to be part and parcel of a national disease these days.  I wish people would realise that the only way things ever get better is from a positive approach to problems.  Doomsters just get me down!