As world markets crash and burn and money dries up (including probably all my investments), I still get up in the morning, brush my teeth, wake up in the shower, hunt for clean trousers and go to work. I still wonder what I shall cook, remind myself to pay the TV license, watch Top Gear and feed the cat. I can do nothing else. My existence must continue. There are still dustballs forming under the bed, no matter what the great and not-so-good of this world are doing.

As the Berlin Wall fell, as World Wars were declared, as the globe was circumnavigated, as the Normans invaded there were people doing the same as they always do. Most of us are invisible to history, even the modern style that eschews heros in favour of the normal. Most of our crap will not be excavated and analysed by earnest archaeologists hoping to understand the early 21st century diet.

We are nothing.

I can live with that.