A quick snap of the applause at the opening of another exhibition. This one concerns the district during the war and how the people reacted. very interesting, bits of old B.17s, Yank uniforms, diaries, notebooks and memories of those who grew up at the time. We even had one German POW who stayed on after the war and married as did one of the evacuees who also was there. This area is better than bombed London right enough. Lovely to talk to so many people, naturally I landed myself with some work, and I was exhausted listening and talking to people. Normally I just ignore folks. I did begin the evening with a glass of Elderberry wine. I mentioned that it was somewhat weak and later was informed that had been the water jug! How weak can you get?
Walking home in the still evening air I passed the rear of the local takeaways. The aroma of curry, the best in the area, now will not leave me and I am sitting here hungry again. It's no fair!
Now I am taking my 16 stone hulk to bed and find something mindless to read.
And why is it no-one phones and the one night I am out the message is left on the ansafone?