Here we are, at the last Hurrah of summer. I’ve been having one of those weeks when it seems that either I’m being punked, or the world has gone nutso. It reminded me of one of my favourite sites in Jerusalem, the aptly named ‘Bonkers Cafe’ which is a fitting metaphor for the whole Middle East, nay, the whole world.

If I tell you that I’ve been re-reading Frances Hodgson-Burnett’s ‘The Secret Garden’, what would you deduce from that? Yep, I’m so stressed, I fear my head might actually explode. I believe that most people have these stress markers – the mental equivalent of a security blanket. Mine? Easy.