I don't know what to say. Just glad I'm not in America anymore.

My dasughter and I went to drop off an enormously heavy parcel at Amazon yesterday. the queue was about 5 people in front of us with three windows open. When we got to the windown, the lady looked at the parcel and the two labels we handed her. She immediately said, "open the door" an dindicated the door next to her. We handed her the return slips saying that we weren't sure where to put them. She smiled and said she would looked after us. She printed out something, gave us the receipt.

And that was that.

When I got home, I looked at my phone and saw that Amazon had credited me.

No stress.

That's the world I remember from childhood in the 50s and adolescence in the 60s.

Today, workers have such an attitude of resistance to ordinary everyday things. It's a result of too much stress in lives. I'd long forgotten what it was like to live in a country where things worked, people smiled, neighbours brought you welcome gifts, and people were helpful.

No doubt there will be countless reruns of Will Smith and Independence Day on the 4th July.

Why is the only thing that unites humanity war?