As we end 2018, which has brought more than its fair share of famine, pestilence and plague, a rare positive note struck me this morning.
In less than two years time, there is a fair chance that Trump will be gone, resigned to the very damp and unpleasant bottom of the dustbin of history. We are more than half way there; there is less to endure than we have already endured.
He could of course win, but in this festive season I must have a prayer for hope and the capacity of my fellow-man for better.
And I’ll be raising a glass to that.