We go to bed in one world and wake in a different one. At 7.12 am on a misty Saturday morning the radio announcers still in a state of disbelief. One of those days that like 9/11 will stay rooted in the mind. 'The Font' due to fly to Paris on Tuesday mornings easyJet flight. Do we cancel ? Or do we continue , as we should and will ? Tears of joy from a friends wife who escaped unharmed.
An unallayed vision of loveliness appears in the morning room. It has brought with it a dead blackbird. This prize is deposited at its owners feet while he's tying his shoe laces. Gushing praise is expected in return.
On a morning like this the life goes on 'ordinariness' of dogs is a prize beyond measure.
This eyewitness account from this mornings FT is sensitively and well written :