Photo by Abaca Press/Alamy Live News My husband and I have been in France, visiting my 81-year-old sister who has now lived there almost as long as she lived in the UK. She is, as she puts it, not in great shape. Perhaps this is why she increasingly takes the view that, given that global affairs are so absolutely ghastly right now, the bomb dropping and putting us out of our misery wouldn’t be such a bad idea. That everything is absolutely ghastly is indisputable – if you really needed me to list the reasons, I would, but they all start with Trump and I don’t think anyone needs reminding. That said, the French sky was blue all week, the trees are in bright, green leaf and the fields are equally lush – the young wheat was almost strokeable as we drove down from Saint-Malo. We stocked up at the local supermarket with everything for an excellent picnic supper, and also a copy of Libération .…