As seems to be usual these days, I’m sat on the sofa in the kitchen, listening to music and sipping a gin.

There’s a dog snuggling up next to me and today is her two year adoption anniversary.

She’s the perfect blend of athleticism, intelligence and affection. The fastest dog of her size that I’ve ever seen.

She’s cost me £,0000s in new fences which have proved mostly useless until the hedges regrow, she can run, jump and climb like a big cat.

And. My god, she can kill anything that crosses her path without blinking.

Ferocious and unrelenting. Impressive to watch.

And then she snuggles into me for up to 12 hours a day at the weekends .

So this post is partly about her.

And partly about us.

In his inauguration speech, Abraham Lincoln said this:

‘We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.’

And I wonder if it’s time that we looked at our own natures.

I’m genuinely chilled and relaxed nearly all the time now, the outside world and the problems that our country face can be as distant as I want them to be.

But they’re not going away.

Like it or not, if you’re indigenous British from any of the countries, you come from warrior stock, your ancestors conquered – or fought against the conquerers.

It’s only in the past 20 years or so that we’ve become so passive, so conditioned by successive governments to blindly ignore the problems that THEY brought to us.

And now, they’ve started to makes noises about how bad things might be. Because THEY are being threatened now – happily ignoring the horrors that young women and little girls have faced in too many towns to mention.

But now, a populist politician has taken a seat in the commons that they can’t call racist or fringe – because he’s abiding by the rules that THEY set.

I don’t have any answers, I do have lots of questions though.

When does it start to stop?

What part will I play – if any ?

When will the tipping point occur when it’s too late for the country I love(d) ?

I don’t know.

I honestly don’t

But maybe we should let our better angels know that their time may be over for a while.

Be more Cairo.