How lovelly Ben, we were just dropping enderly friends paper, 2 minute silence, Hubby turned off car engine, we sat. Today, sat in the garden, Glen Millar on Youtube, made very large cherry scones, jam,cram cuppa. He printed ou some bunting union jacks this morning, and I put tea party bunting in our bedroom window. Newest cahp and wife over the road, sat distancing in their front garden, with elderly couple next door which was nice. Missed the Spitfire, going over Worthing, shame, but we do occasionaly see it going over Beachy Head.Suesyn that does look like a gorgeous cottage though
When I look at TV programmes like police live ones and see what they have to try and combat day after day, it seems a world away from the days when my Mum could walk me along Downing St to show me where Mr Churchill lived and say 'Hello' to the solitary bobby on duty outside the door. At Vimy Ridge some years ago I listened to a young chap speaking to a group of tourists about the sacrifices the WWl casualties made. I quietly had a chat with him when he'd finished and asked if he thought the society we have today was worth it all. He went rather quiet.
Thank you everyone. Today has been a day to remember and today’s entry in the diary of lockdown will be lengthy, and appreciative. We shall have an afternoon tea in our garden, when this is over, inviting those in our village who have supported us. It will be a big feast.
That's a lovely thought @BenCotto, glad you enjoyed your surprise afternoon tea. Best I could come up with was fish and chips on the terrace with a glass or two of Pinot!
I'll moan about my neighbours elsewhere but I've been looking through some family history stuff this evening. On my office wall I've got memories of two great-uncles. One is a signed Fleet Air Arm print from my dad's uncle that he gave me not long before he died. He was a pilot and survived the war. The other is my mum's uncle's war memories. I've got the U-boat commanders sword that was surrendered to him on VE day. He was shot down over France and was on route to a prisoner camp when peace was declared. The sword was part of the weapons surrendered to him, although he said he dropped a few overboard on the boat home to save trouble from his superiors. He was killed in a plane crash while training new pilots not long after the war ended so sadly I never got to meet him. A couple of years ago I got to meet the last surviving member of his squadron though who had a lot of fond memories and good stories to tell about him.
If you can keep your head, while those around you are losing theirs, you may not have grasped the seriousness of the situation.
Phillipa, none taken, cant abide anyone for no good reason, race,religion being abused, Becott I want some pictures of that gorgeous conseravtory, please, and suesyns lovelly house.I know what you mean (neighbours) wild edges!!!!
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When I look at TV programmes like police live ones and see what they have to try and combat day after day, it seems a world away from the days when my Mum could walk me along Downing St to show me where Mr Churchill lived and say 'Hello' to the solitary bobby on duty outside the door. At Vimy Ridge some years ago I listened to a young chap speaking to a group of tourists about the sacrifices the WWl casualties made. I quietly had a chat with him when he'd finished and asked if he thought the society we have today was worth it all. He went rather quiet.
Best I could come up with was fish and chips on the terrace with a glass or two of
Pinot!