I most certainly hope it won't be that way in fifteen years. Or ten. And I'd like us to be our own selves, as we have been, please. Whatever - whoever - that is.

If we don't do better, who's going to? I know I'm being optimistic and idealistic and a whole string of other adjectives that get me sneered at in certain circles. But I think we've a chance. Maybe.

Mum and Dad raised me to be safe. Secure. But that's not as safe as it looks like. And if it's - I'm - not going to be safe, I'd rather try to do something - anything - that matters. Last year taught me that. Someone who makes something better. Teaching's a piece of it, but -

Guessing you've had another conversation with Harry about his reports that's going to make me wince, too.