I’m on a personal quest to save the planet.

We all need to do our ‘bit’, I’m “finger-waggingly” informed by my youngest.

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“If you want to save the planet, eat crickets and insects” – my online downloaded newspaper informs me.

I immediately begin to consider – how vital is this planet really, is my life absolutely dependent on THIS particular planet. I’m not sure I’m “cricket eating” desperate to save this planet. As with everything – I’m just mildly desperate. Mild should be my middle name.

But the finger wag suggests this is serious … so I’ve bought a small round table from IKEA. It’s for my imaginary Knights of the Round Table gatherings to right the wrongs of the world.

I consider calling my close associate, Steven Hawking, he’s the brightest person I’ve heard of, to ask him how his research on alternative planets we could survive on, is going. My son informs me Steven is dead. He flippantly enquires, leaving the room – “how close were you to Steven?” He did not wait around for the response — such was his disbelief.

“A few meters close … we grew up together”, I reply, “He was always on the television which wasn't far from my comfy chair”. I can’t help thinking though – how seriously would Lancelot have taken a wheelchair bound man who spoke through a straw!