I was lying in bed last night

when it all kicked off

I was lying in bed last night - well kind of on the bed, still fully clothed, having not yet attended to the admin of bedtime, a procedure I find more difficult than, say, being randomly asked to make a speech on the politics of the Middle East - when I made the mistake of looking at Twitter.  And there it was: the man they still call President Trump had been shot. Or shot at. It wasn’t entirely clear at this time what a bullet had done to him, or if perhaps a bullet had hit some glass and a shard of that had hit Trump’s head, or if the blood on his face was from falling onto the ground. It was brand new breaking news. It was chaos.