Wednesday, 11 November 2015
Happy am I as my week is over and tonight I sleep! I slept ast night but by the time I got home tonight it appears to have worn off. I wish it wouldn't do that. No need to check the clock in the morning, no need to iron a shirt, no need to wash, just be a normal slob for a while and catch up on the things not done. I note the fruit and veg from Saturday has already turned a strange mouldy colour, the rubbish is piling up in each room of the Palace and the things dropped on the floor on Monday await putting in their place, I'll do that tomorrow.
Another Armistice commemoration day comes to a close. For days people have been buying Poppies, placing pictures like this on the web, talking about soldiers and groups, teams, companies andgovernment national and local have been talking about remembrance.
I wonder how long this will last?
The remembrance acts have a shallowness about them. Those who have served or have family who served are not shallow, the general population is however. Certainly the plight of returning soldiers has been highlighted again, we will not forget so easily as before but the population in general will become tired of remembrance when other problems press them hard.
I wait and see...
Now there's a strange thing, silence.
For a few moments there was no noise, nothing.
No cars drove past, no kids screamed in the park, no aircraft high above, nothing.
Even more astonishing the constant bang and flash of fireworks close by or in the distance ceased.
A repetitive drilling a while ago has stopped, silence reigns.
Now the occasional cars are passing by. Normal service might be resuming.
How strange that in the evening sudden silence can disturb as it is so unusual.