My jet set lifestyle took me to the official opening of the exhibition. A place where speeches were made, praise was passed round, and rose wine was drunk. This mixing with the hob-nobs is a good thing in my opinion. My influence is important amongst the movers and the shakers, when I arrive they all shake slightly and soon move me on I find. The lass who organised the whole thing has done really well, plastering the walls with boards detailing all sorts of items from the war, timelines, info etc, some wrote by me, and obtained mannequins dressed in appropriate uniforms. Things for kids to touch, push and wear, guns, grenades, violent things and all the odd items used in those days to keep a soldier happy, and alive. Sadly real WW1 'Brodie' steel helmets are not allowed today, the inside contains asbestos and this could be dangerous! Now they tell them!
These days I sit at the laptop and merely research the individuals concerned more intently. Nothing else to write, research or look out for. All bar odds and ends are done, even the boss is relaxing after her hard three months. I can even take time off and....what?....Oh I see, I canny take time off, I have to go in tomorrow to cover, 'for an hour' she says. I bet that means 10-1 again! Ah well, it keeps me off the streets. In fact the threatened rain (another of the USA's old storms) will be torrential when I go out in the morning, and that will keep everyone off the streets. Typical!