I went for a run the other evening (yeh, shocking, I actually leave the sofa occasionally) and found myself mulling over the latest depressing headlines you know, one poor Ukrainian girl stabbed on a train, and a bloke in Utah shot. Grim stuff. First things first, may their families somehow find peace, patience, and maybe a very long holiday away from the news cycle.

Anyway, back to my glamorous running career. I drag myself out thrice a week I know, I sound like I’m training for the Olympics, but really it’s just me trying to offset all the biscuits I inhale. I usually go late in the evening, sometimes even at night, and the streets are so empty and peaceful it feels like I’m in a low-budget indie film. Not once did I think, “Oh, perhaps I should be terrified of someone lurking behind me with bad intentions.” No, I just happily trotted along, clueless, without a care.

But reading about all this chaos in the world made me stop mid-run and think: blimey, I’m bloody lucky. I live in a place where crime is practically non-existent. I’ve muttered “thank God I’m here” more times than I can count recently, like some sort of running mantra. I never realised being safe in your own country was such a luxury until now.

So if you, dear reader, also live somewhere safe where you can go for a run, stroll about at midnight, or pop to the corner shop without stuffing pepper spray in your bra maybe whisper a quick “cheers” to whatever god you’ve got on speed dial.

I didn’t know much about those poor souls who lost their lives, but my heart hurts for their families.

Alright, enough doom and gloom from me today. I know this blog is on the darker side, but sometimes you’ve just got to acknowledge the serious stuff before we get back to pretending life is all Netflix and takeaway.

kk loads of luv

Hannah