All go this morning

I love this guy. Of course we were at Larch Cottage for the best Italian coffee and cheese scones. (Amazingly a few plants may have been bought.)

We were escaping - mayhem in the neighbourhood - see extra, the view from my window. Scaffolding arriving for the house opposite, ready for when they get a new roof; a load of stones had arrived and been taken by a builder round the back of next door where he is starting to build a new verandah; meanwhile the girls opposite were waiting for a plumber to arrive to try to find the source of a leak they have. They have currently no water and are using our downstairs bathroom for showers and our garage tap for water. 


VE DAY War with Germany is over. 

This is what my mother wrote in her diary on the 8th May 1945. During the war she was in the WAAF, stationed in Norfolk. She records going to a Thanksgiving Service and listening to Winston Churchill’s speech and the King’s speech and there was a bonfire. So yes, great relief, but then she would, along with everyone else, be wondering what the future held. Her husband of less than a month was stationed in Singapore and it was not until the next year that he would be able to return home. Meanwhile she would be staying with his parents. They were the kindest people and loved her dearly, but she was a long way from home and did not know when her husband would be with her. War turned lives upside down and VE Day would have been the point at which people remembered the horrors of what had happened and wondered how the pieces were going to be put back together.