I just watched The Lovely Bones and I’m in pieces. It made me think of my beloved ginger piglet, who I still miss two years after he passed away. A beautiful film which deals with the darkest of subjects and mixes comedy and tragedy to show the best and the worst in human nature.

The scene which set me off was the one which explored the idea of people finding subtle ways to say goodbye after they’ve departed. I’ve felt something like this on several occasions, indefinable but with almost absolute certainty. It’s reassuring to feel that there are connections between us which last forever. So, now, who threw that snowball?

For Herman, his mother, Jones and Sparky.