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Serenity v calm

Sure why else would I have been lying here, but to be sat on? (I'm the one looking resigned. Dunno who the reader is.)

I’m fairly calm. When one problem builds on another into a concatenation of catastrophes, I tend to keep my cool.

No – not because I  haven’t a clue about how bad things are. But because I can imagine them being worse. (That’s my theory anyway.) It’s come in handy over the years working in live broadcasting  where the unexpected is not that, well, unexpected.

But calmness is not the same as serenity.

To be calm is to remain focussed and carry on, no matter what.

To be serene is to embrace the slings and arrows – or children piled on top of you while you’re trying to read – and feel an extra warm mmmm of contentment.

Oops, sorry. Wrong picture.

To calm is to withstand being poked.

To be serene is when the poking, pulling, jagging and squashing feels as though you’re being stroked.

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