Very Special

The highlight of this week was the VE80 celebrations. I twisted Danielle's arm to go to the Milton Keynes Rose for the event and beacon lighting ceremony. Ezra-Mae and Mattaya stayed up well after their bedtime for this because I said it was historically important and to keep them happy Danielle bought some street food - a box of chips decorated with wartime photos! 

The brass band and singers entertained with songs from that era and a Ukrainian Group danced and sang for us as well. All in all, it was something I am glad I was a part of. I felt quite emotional even though the war was long since over when I was born. I think the idea that when that war finished, people expected a better world and this made that day so special for all generations. We got the NHS, promises of peace and a new world order that made all those lost in action worth the sacrifice; but when I look at our world today, we are in such a mess and we are heading for bigger and worse. Probably the biggliest bad thing ever. Who knows? It is as if we forget history and learn nothing from it. 

I enjoyed myself so much at the event, I did not realise how much I had overdone the walking and standing up. Once again I struggled and lost the ability to walk. Poor Danielle drove me home when she was exhausted and then had to get back to her place, get the girls indoors and sort the car out. I became a total wimp and did not walk at all on Friday. I couldn't. Rest has helped and I am getting back to normal. Silly me!!!

In the car on the way back, we tried some cold chips, or rather a cold chip. Definitely not to be recommended even when the late night munches attack. All in all, happy memories - Danielle will remember my singing, if only to laugh about it.  I am sure! 

I looked after Shadow this week too. She is a quiet old girl who is a trip hazard around the house. I woke her up early in the morning and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Danielle bought me a bottle of crocodile pee as a thank you. I think it might taste of gin. Watch this space!

One Sunday, I went over to Stevenage. It is five years since Mike died of COVID. Ann scattered the remainder of his ashes while we stood around and remembered him. It was a lovely day, Thank you, Ann!

Remembering Mike

In contrast to all the bad things that are happening in the world, the weather has been kind and my garden is full of colour. I now have alliums bursting into bloom all over my courtyard and I am almost at the point where I'll need a machete to beat a path to my door. When Sophie popped over on Saturday morning we sat outside and had our coffee. The birds were singing in the background and all was well with the world. Well, almost. If only there wasn't war! 

My beautiful garden