Have all the hopes of ages come to naught? Is life no more with noble meaning fraught?
I had mice that I kept as pets when I was very young, and I've always liked the way they look. Even rats. I'm not scared of them.
I had a financial page to write in the Mail on Sunday where I'd give tips on shares. I worked there for two and a half years. Nothing compares to the burst of energy felt on a newsroom floor when a big story breaks.

