View from the Bus Stop

Hallelujah! A dry morning with no wind and relatively mild as I strode forth on my early morning walk. Home to watch the ceremony of unveiling the commemorative statue to the men in the Normandy Landings in 1944 on Gold Beach. It’s difficult to realise that so many of the ‘men’ were just boys in their late teens and early twenties.

There was another meeting this morning at the erstwhile coalface with 3 other recently bereaved people. Despite the notion that it’s all doom and gloom at these meetings there was a surprising amount of laughter as well as tears. It’s also good to know that grief has a life of its own and that one just has to go with the flow and come out at the other end at some sort of peace with one’s altered life.

This afternoon the sun shone, the grass was cut and I had a confrontation with one very rude woman who felt she was entitled to allow her dog to foul the grass outside as long as she picked up, despite the notices in the hallways and on the railings forbidding it.It’s hard to know what to do when people are brazen enough to ignore the estate stipulations.