May 30th. Joan of Arc’s saint’s day – that was yesterday and I’m sorry Joan, I forgot. To be fair it was absolutely lashing with rain in Paris and if it had been this wet in Rouen 585 years ago those bastards who sent you to the stake (unfortunately the English) would never have got that fire going. But here she is, exonerated from the charges of witchcraft (just because she beat the English) and heresy (because she claimed to have heard voices from God – and also beat the English) standing tall holding her banner emblazoned with the Cross of Lorraine in no less a place than Notre Dame de Paris. A woman of true courage and integrity born in a time when women were supposed to have neither. She was only 19.