Last night I watched a documentary on Chernobyl. There were a few women interviewed, the ones who decided to stay all those years ago (35 or more), while the rest of the people were repatriated. Left to die, I suppose, yet they didn't. They eat contaminated fruit and vegetables, they make their own potent Vodka, their living is harsh and yet, they are still with us. These women, to my eye, looked so old. Living a hard life, with no mod cons, they still managed to smile and make the best of the little they had. I decided there and then, that I had nothing to complain about. I know, of course, that I will have to nurture this attitude forever, because complaining is all to easy. As always, beautiful writing.