This morning I saw a child’s lost mitten left atop a pavement bollard. A red soft lone mitten only fit for fitting a tiny toddler hand, with bright naïve-drawn flowers upon it – Like a message it was left:  a herald of kinder things, the beauty in the world, and the fact that children can’t be trusted with their outer clothes. The trees are barer today. Morgan Kelly says in The Irish Times that ‘Ireland is effectively insolvent’. This is my first blog.  I heard a man say ‘nothing is a coincidence’, conicidentally I’d been thinking the same thing. Nothing is a coincidence.