The Marching Band

As is happened, the museum we blipped the other day had a jubilee of some kind. Mum said it was not so much the museum as an organisation of volunteers to the military. To me, it's the same. Grandpa came along, of course.

There were lots of military vehicles, people in old time uniforms, recruiters and a free station with classic military yellow pea soup. None of us had any, for various reasons. And - there was a marching band! I found them intriguing - especially when they walked and played at the same time.

Elton the lab marched around as if he owned the place, of course. I felt generous and just let him have his big day.