Annie ran into Mary’s kitchen wearing a pale green coat and matching suede s oes Oh,let me tell you my happy news,I am gettng married again Is that why you are all dressed up?Why green? Don’t be ridiculous,marriage needs organising You mean the Ceremony? Yes, and the meal I think marriage itself needs organising.Who will pay the bills and bring in the coal? Which side of the bed will you sleep on? Oh, I must get larger bed,Annie realised thoughtfully And who is to be your husband? I’ve not decided yet,Annie admitted quietly How many candidates are there for the position,Mary asked quizzically? Well, the main one is Denis, the psychoanalyst across the road I expect he already has a big bed..Mary joked knowingly Yes,I spent a night or so with him and he has a memory foam mattress here. I hope it doesn’t remember all the women he has slept with Well, only if they slept there.They might have gone to an hotel or been in a caravan at Southwold Harbour,Annie rambled on They might have slept in a wood by a log fire or in a tent on the West Bank So will he be faithful to you? He’s already told me he adores me more than he knew possible That will soon wear off when you live together How cruel you are,Annie sighed ,like martyr waiting to be executed Shall I make some tea for us both? Yes and boil my hankies as well,Mary joked. I shall boil your tongue if you keep teasing me! They sat down near the window while the sun was setting in a wine coloured sky I do like your outlook,Annie said I thought it was Microsoft’s,Mary told her innocently You silly idiot,I mean your view I’ve never heard of YourView.Is it a new thing like Zoom? Mary asked nervously I mean, this view here from your window at dusk Wow,I am frightened how I assume everything I learn of is related to Modern Technology Yeah, said Annie,I’ve done it too You are both stupid,said Emile the resident cat How rude.Why do you say that,Mary enquired boldly? It’s the whole human race.All hooked on Skype or a Twatter What’s a Twattter? It’s someone who lives on Twitter You won’t find a bird on Twitter. So a bird can’t be a Twatter That is correct.Aristotle would be pleased if he were here Where is he? In a book.
That is end of “Logic made simple” on BBC education
Don’t leave me all alone. Come back to me, my darling I can’t believe you’ ve gone.
I’m crying ‘cos I’m feeling blue again. I’m crying’cos I’m falling like a stone.
Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty And my voice forever young. Let me tempt you with my spirit My laughter and my songs. I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong. I’m crying ‘cos with you I still belong.
I thought maybe I’d follow, To see where you have gone But there’s a hand upon this tiller That is not mine alon
e. I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song. I’m crying ‘cos I’m lonely for too long.
The hand upon my tiller The mystery of the dark The unknown one who lives in me And sings like a skylark.
I’m singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song. I’m singing ‘cos the cat ain’t got my tongue.
This is the central message in Dennis-Tiwary’s new book, Future Tense. She concludes that the problem isn’t anxiety itself, but our beliefs about it and our attempts to avoid it, which are not only destined to fail, but also to make us weaker and more fragile. It’s a vicious cycle.
To help reframe anxiety as an ally not an enemy, Future Tense takes a deep dive into the emotion itself. ‘Anxiety is very different to fear,’ says Dennis-Tiwary. ‘Fear is the certainty that something bad is happening to you. Anxiety is about uncertainty; it’s the feeling that something bad could happen, but might not. It’s the discrepancy between where you are and where you want to be.’ So you’re anxious about failing your exams. About that lump. Finding your first job. ‘Anxiety is designed to feel bad – your heart races, your blood vessels contract – so you sit up and listen,’ she says. ‘But unlike fear, anxiety contains hope.