Humour: Starry starry night

Ensconced in a Himalayan cottage the last few weeks, I’ve been thanking my lucky stars. Literally. Looking up at the night sky, I’ve been overcome by an emotion that the spiritually inclined might call ‘other-worldly’. But so thorough is my own grounding in the rational, that any attempts at fanciful thinking are doomed to failure. Exhibit A: I have shut my eyes and wished for world peace – and the end of Covid – while looking fervently at what I thought were shooting stars. By all objective accounts, the celestial objects were most likely a satellite and an airplane. Sorry, world!