Well, this year is grinding to halt. I can't pretend it's been a good one - rather - one of the  worst in my 66 years on the planet. It is not that sad, tragic or awful things don't happen to everyone - they do. There is nothing new in that and ancient scriptures such as Ecclesiastes, Job and Proverbs attest that the matter has been in the thoughts of the wise for thousands of years.

But when asked and I give a Cook's Tour of 2024, I am met with near astonishment, sometimes horror, at the sheer number and distribution of calamities. On at least two occasions, twice in 24 hours!

You might think that I have become cynical or angry or feeling like a victim at how things have panned out. But no, I feel stronger and calmer than I have ever done. I can thank God for his supremely good care, his constant presence and power to overcome any affliction. Sure, it is hard, very hard, and no-one wishes trouble on themselves in the off-chance they will emerge stronger and better. I don't like affliction like everybody else.

But come it will, in battalions at times, to paraphrase Claudius. Yesterday Father John finished his homily with the remark that fortitude in affliction can create holiness. I mean to ask him about it sometime.

But that is encouraging especially at such a time.