This has become a labour not of love but gritted teeth determination - I've written it twice - lost it twice, tried to upload a pretty picture and failed miserably.

It was going all about the angels that walk among us unknowingly and unknowing - but hey too new agey and mystical.

We live in a pretty mean world - or so we think - turn on the news, pick up a paper and it is murder, theft, poverty, abuse and evil. Oh - and Cheryl Cole :).

But, and here's the thing, how many of us really experience this? I've had the chance to find out recently and no-one, but no-one tried to rob me, rape me(55 and fat), murder me or in any way take advantage of me. To the contrary people were amazingly kind and patient and giving.

My friend Katz had to rush to London to help our best friend whose partner was dying - she got a taxi late at Charing Cross and cried quietly through the journey. He wouldn't take any money from her! Late night London - hardened cabbie - probably a big fare. He took nothing but gave her a moment of kindness at an impossibly sad time.

So yeah, I am back to angels - not the putti kind, although pretty, but the kind that don't know that they are but do good instinctively in times of care.

Even with the grey fog of depression that I live with I find it comforting to think that as well as politicians and Jon Venables, Peter Sutcliffe et al, there are real people who make me believe in angels.

xxx

Christie's Large Image Click on this if you want to see the pretty putti!