Wet and miserable today. And ground breaking history wasn’t made yesterday; America does not have a female president. I wonder how Theresa May will get on with Donald Trump? Will it be Thatcher and Reagan revisited?

Last night I heard crashing around upstairs. It was Anna at 4am tuning into the news. I went to investigate. She informed me that Trump was winning, by a lot. As someone who has studied Classics – the study of the culture, history and philosophy of Ancient Greece and Rome in the original Greek and Latin language, considered to be the origin of the civilisation and democracy that we enjoy in the West – I respect her opinion when she declared, “This could mean the end of democracy.”

Obviously, the election result was reached by a democratic process; every American could vote. But I think she was pointing to a bigger idea, that the voices of the minorities may not be heard in the forseeable future. We all hope this is not the case, don’t we?!

BBC Radio 4 has recently broadcast four lectures, the Reith Lectures, given by the philosopher and cultural theorist Kwane Anthony Appiah; they are brilliant; he is brilliant: on culture, colour, country and creed. When he was once asked what country he originated from, he replied that he was a citizen of the world. He argues that the ‘them’ and ‘us’ mentality is potently dangerous. He celebrates cosmopolitanism; that we should aim for “universality plus difference”; we should share together what is human and respect the differences. For example, obviously a man cannot be a woman and vice a versa, but they share humanity. That is paramount.

The lectures are timely given the polarisation of tribes and groups, nations and races, we are seeing at the moment.

On a lighter note, the baby shower went well yesterday. The guests were pheasants. I was going to do a modern take on tea, with gluten free fare and organic vegetable things, but opted instead for egg sandwiches on white bread with crusts removed; scones with clotted cream and jam and carrot cake. The pheasants were delighted and ate it all. Clearly, pheasants, when push comes to shove, prefer the food of their childhood.

And, of course, the important subject was raised as to whether the clotted cream or jam should be applied to the scone first. The pheasants informed me that there has been longstanding war between Cornwall, who opt for jam first, and Devon, who opt for cream first, as to who is right.

Today, we are going to the Canadian High Commission for the launch of a film, She has a Name, highlighting the problem of international human trafficking.