Time was when I could not stay in on a Friday night. The world was out there and the world was happening all around and I had to be near it if not actually in it. Today however I find sitting in my bed on a cold Friday night watching football far more appealing than strolling the dark streets. Yet last night I was forced by a woman, isn't it always, to venture out to St Michaels to their little remembrance evening. Quite why all this did not happen on Saturday I know not but not being one to question or complain I ensured my bits remained attached by arriving just after seven on the clock.
The idea was to show a few of their items and some of ours, and sell the book also. This we did but mostly I wished to meet the grandchildren of the men on the memorial.
Being Anglicans they are into candles and while not quite me i did think they had presented things well. I spent lots of time talking to relatives of men who served, around five of them were long conversations which ended with them buying one of my books funnily enough, and all taught me a great deal. The lady who stood out was one who had ventured to Bosnia during the war there a few years ago to deliver aid. Snipers, customs, unhappy drivers and other problems left me full of admiration for her and her husband (who received the MBE for his efforts in controlling things) for their willingness to dare such an adventure. That was a few years ago and they are retired now so it was not sweet young things, they were folks who had lots to lose.
Then it was home through the dark mist, with the camera set at the wrong position for pictures all night, to arrive exhausted and struggle to sleep as I was so tired. I also managed to miss the Scotland v Ireland game, but I canny complain, as the boss would hit me if I did!!!
Tired or not I was forced to shop today and was somewhat surprised to be confronted by three camels in the centre of town, not a usual experience to me. There they were giving rides to