We don’t like to be reminded of the final farewell.

If everything is relative, drinking becomes dangerous.

Grace can only be said where there is still a commonly used table.

Today, we listen to Spotify instead . . .

Silent witnesses of nocturnal escapades are disappearing from view.

What do you do if you run out of coffee in a village which has not seen a Nespresso maker yet? Help is at hand. Literally.

Individual replacements become pitfalls.

Appropriateness and a sense of proportion are no longer generally recognized virtues.

Fire enables moments of intimacy and felicity.

Why does no-one raise their hat anymore? Come to think of it, what hat?

The greeting ritual has been replaced by something ‘pseudo-democratic.’