Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles ...But of all God’s miracles, large and small, The most miraculous of all Is that out of a worthless lump of clay, God has made man today. (An excerpt of 'Wonder of Wonders' from the greatest musical 'Fiddler on the Roof') I almost didn’t write this post. Halfway through the Muse just stopped smiling and though I boast that I don’t need that bitch her, when it’s barely 15 ° C I can use all the inspiration I can get. But I figured that it would be unfair if this truth went untold... and if I don’t tell it, then who will? Since I am writing this on a very cold Monday night and you will be reading it at an equally cold time, I will try to be as bearable as possible. Life is dull enough as it is. I witnessed a miracle yesterday morning. Not a full blown rise-up-and-walk miracle (those I treat just as cautiously as belief in Santa Claus or the tooth fairy. One wrong word and you may just have broken a poor child’...