Thus my beloved in conclusion of her mobile-phone text-message about yet another idiotic problem she is facing this morning. She has had a whole bunch of such problems lately: scraped car, new electric meter in her home, leaking roof. “This is probably a good definition of life,” I wrote back with sympathy. “You know,” she responded a few minutes later, “that’s what I was thinking as I wrote those words.” Indeed, there can hardly be any better definition of life. Always something…