It’s a weird, shroedinger-esque moment, lying in bed about to get up, not knowing whether the fury and tension which had been building the evening before had boiled over or simmered down. Not knowing whether events had exploded into a cataclysmic armageddon, or danger had once again been averted. Until you get up, turn on your computer and check the news, you don’t know: things could have gone either way. While you suspected good sense would have prevailed, there was a chance this morning that the whole world could have been ablaze and thousands could have been dying. Cities could have been nuked, pictures of mushroom clouds appearing on websites. Thus, like Shoedinger’s famous cat, things could have gone either way: it could be alive, dead, or both at the same time, just as you don’t know what happened until you lift your duvet off and check the headlines.

As it turns out, I’m glad to see that good sense once again won out and catastrophe was averted; extreme concern and dread turned instantly to relief upon reaching the news website. The only question is will this hiatus last, and at what cost?