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  .... the winner of the 2021 Formula 1 Driver's Championship is still undecided.  Yes, winning a battle in a 'war', unless it can be considered and is 'the decisive battle', may give the winner an advantage in the eventual outcome of the war, or campaign, but it does not normally foretell who will be the eventual winner.  And so it is, in this the final battles of the current Championship campaign between Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen, and their respective teams. By using a tactical team strategy involving his team mate, Perez helping  him, Verstappen, to create conducive vortex he needed  to help catapult him to Pole position, in the Abu Dhabi Y as Marinas Circuit.  Team Red Bull has undoubtedly placed Max and themselves in an advantageous position to begin the race on Sunday.  Winning that race, however, is something quite different from taking Pole during Qualifying. Especially in a Championship-deciding race such as this one. There are simply too many quali

  And more often than not, those words will be negative, such as saying she does not want something or she does not want to do something.   This has meant that, more than ever now, my dear mother, for probably the remainder of  the end of her life, is going to be more isolated and confined in her body; and her inner world.  With her thoughts, her desires and aspirations remaining known mostly only to her; except for those times when she desires things and is able to find effective means of expressing them to the beholder/s. Is this phase a traumatic interlude in the closing stage of the life of  my dear mother?   Is it making her sad, sorrowful and distressed? Or is she, according to the level of her cognition, her insight into what has befallen her, resigned to and is at relative peace with what she is making of the experience?  Probably especially is she is not forcefully made to comply with what others, her carers, family, friends and relevant professionals consider to 'be in he

  ...The plentiful debris cleared  and teams and racers' communication chattering had abated. so, what is there to be said about the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, which was fought out at the Jeddah Corniche Circuit?  Shall we not declare it, 'the Grand Prix from Hell'? Or, 'the Endurance Grand Prix'? Yes, there were seemingly endless breath-stopping adrenalinised moments, times when we watched the fearless and apparently fearless racers.  As they rapidly made their way through the undulating corners and valkyrie-inhabited walls surrounding circuit.  Racing, they were, as if they and their gallant 4-wheeled steeds were programmed to avoid hitting and crashing into this and that opposing shock-absorbing wall.  Even though there were occasions when glitches did penetrate the symmetry between some of the racers and their cars, team control centres and the circuit, and leading to the race-stopping embrace between car and wall.  And the ensuing VSCs, and SC and Red Flagging a

  So, how will the 2021 Formula 1 Drivers Championship battle between Lewis Hamilton, the 7 times Drivers World Championship winner, and the indubitable Max Verstappen, be played out during the penultimate Grand Prix of the season?  Will Max win it, or will Lewis take the honours and move onto the final race, the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, with the slimmest of lead over his unyielding challenger? Well, for the answer to both questions or scenarios, we shall have to await the outcome of today's, Sunday's race at the virtual reality-like Jeddah Corniche Circuit, which is due to begin at 17.30. Sometimes, it is really much better if we are able to calm our anticipation and live each moment, each day and week at a time, and as fully as we are able to do.  That way we are much better placed to enjoy what is transpiring and have more fun and/or peace, instead of simply focussing all or most of our thoughts on the final event. It is by taking this approach that we can better relish and sav

  More anticipation of her, my dear mother, only making it to the edge of her bed, and, with legs that are no longer robust, knee and ankle joints which have been worn down with age and seemingly over-use, and now no longer dependable, generating too much pain.  She risks sliding off her bed and not being able to make it back on her feet, and her bed; on her own. However, this, like the journey we all must travel between the proverbial 'Sunrise and Sunset', is one which can only be terminated in the demise of my dear mother.  As I watch her slow down in her cognitive processes, in her speech, in her motility and in her mobility, I find myself pondering the question: ' how and when will my dear mother end her journey? This, at present, is not a question I am able to give an accurate answer to.  How can I, when my dear mother is still able to surprise me by seemingly at will, make her own way to her bathroom without her walking frame, even though it is almost painful, definit

  Winter's Hazy Skyline. Or, in the case of  Muslims in some Islamic countries where the animal is not stunned, but has a prayer said for it, that that animal, given the choice, would prefer the prayer rather than be stunned and avoid the  acute pain of the knife taking it to its destiny? There is also the ethics 'thing about meat-eater', concerning the over-production and how it acts to devalue not only the lives of the animals being produced for as commodity.  But also how it lays waste to the land and degrades the environment. There is this conflicting perspective when us meat-eaters argue the case for protecting the environment and fighting adverse climate change. Of course, the non-meat-eater among us does not have any moral authority to condemn us meat-eaters for our apparent irreconcilable position or predicament.  Since this is not something which is specific to meat-eaters, but can be observed in many aspects of 'modern life.'  Such as, for example, the res

  But, on to more positive and satisfying developments. Recently my dear mother has found herself in the pleasant situation of welcoming an important visitor.  One whom, not only has she not seen for a long time, but whom she could so easily not have seen again before she goes over the abyss of destiny.  She clearly found this visit very pleasing, and, if it was a case of the proverbial 'unfinished business' delaying her going over the abyss.  Then, the act of seeing this visitor, is the kind of event after which she could have been expected to happily take her leave of the world of the living.  Such was its importance for my dear mother, and, indeed, her visitor and everyone concerned with my dear mother's welfare. But all of this undoubted joy, only offer momentary respite from the increasing poignancy and anxieties associated with the care and welfare of my dear mother.  Her moving about, even between her bed and her commode, her dressing and undressing herself, brings w