The Fallen...

As every year, watched the Remembrance Sunday service at the Cenotaph, always very moving, always makes me think of my Grandad, my father’s father, who was wounded in WWI, firstly at Gallipoli, and then again at the Somme. But he was one of the lucky ones, he got to come home...

Despite sleeping ten hours, still very tired so a quiet day of comfort tele in front of the fire, in between catching up on the laundry.

Thank you.