There is a wound that is raw and open. You just touch it and it hurts. A lot. It doesn’t really seem to heal. Maybe it’s a bit more manageable. But it’s always there.

Each injustice touching it sends shock waves through my body. My instinct is to keep the exposure to injustice to a minimum. There are enough reasonable people, those causing even more hurt can be avoided.

The pool Pádraig attends is still closed, probably for another 2 weeks. We’re trying to compensate with longer walks – though in this early autumn weather I consider myself happy when we can go out without getting wet.