TWO OF A KIND

Today passed in a virally sort of blur, but thankfully by late evening normal service was restored.  Not having crossed the threshold all day I had to resort to another rosy blip. 

On Remembrance Sunday I have been thinking of our parents' generation who lived with depression, war, and cold war.  Our times in the UK have been relatively peaceful, secure and plentiful.  It's probably wise not to take that as a given, but just to be grateful for it, moment by moment.