I am always emotional when the bugler sounds the Last Post. Must be the plaintive notes, because it means nothing else to me. I always though think how lucky I am. I was born at the end of the War, which means that, unlike so many others, both my mother and father survived. Without them, I wouldn't exist. A bit obvious, but it's pure Fate that they both were engaged in potentially dangerous jobs during the War, yet both lived to tell the tale.
To cheer myself up, on my way home, I popped into Tescos for some essentials - sausages, shortbread biscuits, Snickers bars, etc. But they had their new seasonal bargains display up - snow shovels, anti-freeze, grit for the drive . . . How depressing everything is!
Luckily the sun was shining and I was able to spend the rest of the day in the garden. That shouls cheer me up. Argh! What's this in the middle of my lawn?