THERE are some things in this world that I confess I do not understand.

I don’t just approach them with a quizzical expression and a curiosity to understand, it goes beyond that, to the point where it feels like my mind is blown with my inability to understand.

For example, I do not understand how someone can profess love for someone and then treat them with anything but and when they do this, where has all that love gone?

Is the atmosphere somehow heavier because all of that, whatever love is, has escaped and is now just floating about in the ether?

Incidentally I looked up the meaning of ether, I understood the literary meaning, that vast expense, way up where, a place for thoughts and feelings to float. But I tried to unpick the scientific definition and boosh, mind got blown.

I do not understand buildings, really tall ones or particularly those exposed to extreme elements. How can Penarth Pier stand so proudly and prettily weathering stormy seas and multiple morning walkers? Likewise the viaduct at Porthkerry park or the Cardiff Bay Barrage.

I appreciate there are structural and civil engineers and architects and builders and probably myriad others who have built them and thankfully, they understand, but I don’t.

I do not understand how my son can happily blast out ‘Man’s Not Hot’ at 7am when surely this is cup of tea and Radio 4 time?

I do not understand why same son can write off all green vegetables when surely a pepper tastes different to a green bean or a pea and yet, anything at all put in lasagne, he will eat and it can be as green as the greenest emerald you ever did see?

I do not understand how to do The Floss, the dance move du jour (or is it de jour?). Indeed stood watching football practice one evening recently, Christian, Adam and I all agreed that a fracture would be incurred if we tried. My daughter gave the obligatory ‘soon to be at senior school’ eye roll at us as we discussed.

Every time I visit my friend Alex and her husband Richard, my mind is blown by some new gadget, app or technology discussion. It was Alex that I was first to text recently when I had the opportunity to try 3D printing and designed my own keyring. It will forever be a symbol of what I can achieve but what I can still learn.

The recent sad death of Professor Stephen Hawking prompted my thoughts about the universe, macro, in its minutiae and what ‘it’ all means. It has been fascinating to read through his achievements and through some of the things he has said as the tributes have been reported across the media.

There are many quotes that I could mention, but I think my favourite has to be: "It would not be much of a universe if it wasn't home to the people you love." I understand that, completely.