Whenever I get gloomy...with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opnion starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I dont see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, its not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but its always there fathers and sons, mothers and daughter, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the plane hit the Twin Towers, as far as know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge they were all messages of love. If you look for it, Ive got a sneaking suspicion...love actually is all around.