Heard from C via a chat room and he told everyone, 'of all the things I thought could delay our return to the UK, I never considered a f***ing volcano'. Says it all really.
Seemingly the dust cloud was spawned by a baby volcanic eruption in Iceland, and historically whenever that has occurred then Mummy (living next door) has always followed suit and blown her top in response. And no one can remember the name of this troublesome child as it's very long and Nordic. Jury out as to whether it is male or female.
If you want to make God laugh then make plans.
C's return has been delayed.
Had a lovely day hobbling, with dear friends, around a small section of the grounds of a stunning former home turned posh hotel situated in the Thames Valley. This establishment so beloved of premiership footballers for their weddings is both divine and infamous, as it has a salacious link to a political scandal of the nineteen sixties which subsequently brought down the then government. Joyful journey there and back, as was passenger in a fabulous convertible and it was fun playing 'Thelma, Louise and friend sans Brad' with dear ones.
Dear friend on the stumble, told me that she has received the second letter from C in three days, and he is not doing 'the post' as was lead to believe, but is away from his Battalion and 'handing over'. This dear friend has religiously e-blueyed C every Sunday during the tour, and am now terrified he's not safely confined to barracks, but is still exposed to clear and present danger.
Please Lord continue to keep him and his fellow soldiers safe.
Not heard from H post demi-marathon. R arrived home with the lark and C's best friend as a chaparone at sunrise and has been very sweet today. And no more news from C.
Fellow soldier's Mum in exactly the same boat.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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