I was going to report on seemingly exciting developments in my current drive to purge my life of stuff: old credit cards cancelled, a shoe tidy found & perfect for my vastly reduced shoe collection, letting go of my emotional attachment to shoe boxes, finding three coats in a suit bag on the slightly-out-of-sight side of my wardrobe. I was going to write about all these things until I heard some news so awful, so sad and tragic, that it makes it all pale into total insignificance. Even when you’re expecting the worse, some news is still so terribly awful that it is beyond words. I can’t even begin to write about it. All I can say is life is precious and fragile in equal measures.