Something has gone wrong with the network connection on my work laptop this morning, so I’m reduced to surfing the Internet on one of the departmental Solaris machines while I wait for it to be fixed. Ordinarily, I might be concerned about my inability to work, but given that I’m just counting down my notice at the moment, the care factor, as you might say, isn’t really there anymore.

Then again, somehow any minor gripes I might have seem rather inconsequential at the moment. I try to watch the news, but it just makes me feel sick. Of course, it’s easy for me to be sanctimonious from half a world away. I can turn the TV off. Not everybody has that luxury.