Remembrance Parade, mostly.
Dear reader, you had a near disaster I'm afraid to tell you. My laptop charger broke. I felt for you, dear reader. I felt for you to such an extent I took my laptop to town and charged it in a pc shop! They've ordered me a new charger to be delivered to my home and totally free of charge. I stressed the importance of keeping you up to date. I really stressed it, to such an extent they felt your pain and rang a helpline. The kindly young man was on the line for 20 minutes trying to obtain support for me, you and himself. He got there in the end. I'm back and you can breathe easy.
Other than solving my laptop problem for you what have I done? In my distress for you I put on 3 pounds in weight by over eating. Pasta and dessert on Friday night at a family dinner in Zizzis then fish and chips and dessert at a meal at home for friends. Yes, I confess, if i invite friends over for a meal I sneak out for fish and chips takeaway. The paper wrapping and grease, I insist, gives it authenticity. Still its generally enjoyed by all.
On Sunday my oldest, the one woman team Thunderbird took to driving Thunderbird 1 as 2 was low on fuel. She went to the Remembrance Day parade. I was very proud that she felt it was important for her generation to attend. She dressed smartly and wore her best cream overcoat with a poppy. She took the below pic.
In the meantime I went to the mall with my 17 year old who wanted to spend her birthday money (good old Primark). The 2 minutes silence occurred in the car for all (radio, me, cd player) except her, and I couldn't speak to tell her to be quiet! Once we were in the mall she said, 'oh we missed the 2 minutes silence, 'to which I said ' well, you did.'
Mr Him and I walked in the afternoon to the village with the dogs and watched the afternoon parade.
We I then discovered Blue moon beer which was served with a slice of orange. Mr Him had already discovered beer.
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