John Crace

6 days ago | theguardian.com | John Crace

MondayGrief is the Thing with Fur. Herbert Hound died in our arms at home at 4.11pm on Sunday, 6 April, bathed in love and sunshine. We had hoped he would live longer. Maybe to the end of the summer. But his prostate cancer had spread to his bladder and urethra and he faded very fast. By his final weekend, he could barely pee or poo and would only nibble on a slice of ham. All he really wanted to do was lie down and sleep next to where we were sitting.

1 week ago | msn.com | John Crace

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1 week ago | theguardian.com | John Crace

If the business secretary, Jonathan Reynolds, has a fault – and it’s by no means clear that Jonny thinks he does have a fault – it’s that he’s too trusting. Who wouldn’t have believed that Jingye, the Chinese owners of British Steel, had been just too busy to get round to doing a deal to keep open the Scunthorpe blast furnaces? That they had been out and about enjoying the good weather and had missed the government’s increasingly desperate calls.

2 weeks ago | theguardian.com | John Crace

Global headwinds. If only. More like a quarter-witted, human tsunami. Keir Starmer and Rachel Reeves may still be unwilling to mention He Who Cannot Be Named. But this is no natural disaster. It’s one entirely created by the lunatic in the White House. World stock markets down by another 4% on Monday. A war zone. The chart looks like someone has been shot while holding the tracker. Buckle up for the Next Great Depression.

2 weeks ago | theguardian.com | John Crace

MondayGrief is an unnerving companion. Continually nudging me off centre. Even though the world appears much as it did before my mum, Rosemary, died, everything feels slightly out of kilter. Not quite right. Not as I remembered it. Sometimes, I even have to double-check the chair is where I thought it was. The physical merges into the metaphysical. Most of the time I feel OK. Tell myself that it was the right time for her time to die and that no one can feel cheated at 101.