April ended with a trot in Regent's Park - the Run Through 10k. Daughter No.2 buzzed round in 52 minutes without extending herself; I followed on in 1 hour 6 minutes, which is not bad for an old boy, and unlike with last year's London Landmarks Half Marathon, I didn't finish with barely 10cc of fuel in the tank (for the uninitiated, it's all about powering over the last 100 metres and making people think that this is how you have run all the way round).
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Once upon a time I was promised, or thought I had been promised, a certain position. The promise was not fulfilled, and I was miffed. During supper one evening with a friend I explained my miffedness. My friend rejoined that I had made the mistake of believing that someone meant what they had said. He pointed out more precisely that in life people do make promises on which they don't deliver.
There are so many topics of thinking in life where I struggle to reach a settled view. Amongst my dilemmas is what judgement to make on the law firm that did the salads for women offer on International Women's Day 2017 - see March Late Life Crisis. However, though what follows has not generated a Eureka moment, the Overton window may help as a thinking tool.