Armistice Day

Our village estate agent remembers Armistice Day. A window full of poppies instead of houses. A very lovely tribute.

Farm shop this morning.
After lunch British Gas serviced the boiler.
All OK.
Then it was off to the hairdressers for my five weekly trim.
As I was leaving a lady called my name. My maiden name!
A real blast from the past. I remember V.from the early 1960s when we went to the same Methodist youth club. She has invited me to pop in for a coffee next time I have my hair done. We have certainly a lot of catching up to do!