Good Lord, is it Wednesday already? Whatever happened to the beginning of the week? Well yesterday, we had a day of rest, an extra one, in remembrance of those who had died fighting for our freedom. A record number of people wore poppies and attended the Armistice Day services in the pouring rain.
The first, quite frankly, astonished both Kevin and myself, since nowhere had we been able to buy poppies. I wore one, briefly, in church on Sunday, before attaching it to the communal wreath.
In Britain, it was impossible to avoid, since even at Mayhem, people would come into your classroom in the middle of lessons to make sure you had had the opportunity to purchase one.
It`s all good.
This morning we were reminded what our lads and lasses in Afghanistan are fighting for, as a bus carrying young girls to school was ambushed and battery acid thrown at the occupants. What vitriol in the truest sense of the word. Nothing can justify that, and certainly not the abhorrent notion that girls should not be educated.
More mundanely, and in stark contrast, I discovered today a whole new supermarket annoyance that doesn`t exist in Britain, although the potential is certainly there.
The people at the checkout who not only (and in my not-so-humble opinion unreasonably) want to pay half in Canadian dollars and half in U.S., but then tie the cashier and the supervisor up by bloody arguing about what exchange rate they should be allowed. Well here`s an idea - pay by credit card and argue with sodding Mastercard - in your own time.
Raymond sent me this brilliant link. It`s a blog to which you can send your dream - if you happen to dream about Hillary. I`ll be submitting one of my own soon.
Thank goodness someone thought of it.
1 comment:
That's a cracking link!
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