Rising at the thunderous crack of dawn I was ready by 9:30 to wander slowly round to the Town Hall for the Commonwealth Flag Raining Ceremony. This year it included a commemoration for the Greta War also and I was employed to bring along a couple of descendants off the fallen.
Two at least arrived, along with the British legion and others concerned. The ceremony went off smoothly enough, the commemoration likewise. This then involved chat with many while stuffing fattening cakes down ones throat. I suffered this happily.
This was followed by searching through one or two boring books in the museum as I had been instructed to search for info by this weeks boss. Having done so I was then employed aiding the other boss deal with one of the schools in for the Victorian day. This went very well and a decent bunch of kids came and went with feather pens and stretchy men, but what stretchy men had to do with Victoria I do not know! Home pooped and still not recovered.
Sleep wherefore art thou mush?
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