Freud said for everyone to be healthy they need - something to do; something to look forward to and someone to love. He also thought that dreams were a pathway to understanding the human condition, women tended towards hysteria and most subconscious desires related to illicit sex and mothers. I guess on the Freudian Richter scale of life I am teetering on the danger zone.
Saw the most gorgeous singing group on Songs of Praise last night, they're called 'the Soldiers' and they've released an album to raise money for the Poppy appeal and it's a real tear-jerker. The title track - 'Coming Home' - is guaranteed to leave not an eye dry in the house. When you listen to them talking about the network of fellowship that is within the soldier's world it almost starts to make sense.
There is the most enormous sense of camaraderie and brotherhood amongst the ranks and I know it's a cliche but they really do regard the Army as a family. Prior to C going away I had a call from him on a particularly hectic day when he'd been doing all sorts of things, including appearing in Court to speak of the good character of one of his men, and when I asked him if he still enjoyed his chosen career he said 'Ma, it's the best job in the world'. That struck me and I tried to fathom out whether it's better to do a job you hate or can barely tolerate for forty years, or risk dying young but having done something you adore? Oscar Wilde said 'do something you love and you'll never do a day's work in your life'.
H enjoying the delights of Liverpool, last night was spent on the razzle in an Irish bar. Rang and said the trip was fantastic and that he's working really hard because he's coming to the end of his time aboard ship. They have to spend a week working in every department from catering to engine-room therefore familiarising them with every aspect of a mariner's life. Then they have a vivat exam lasting forever where they have to show they've learnt everything - seems like a good idea - in order to be able to run anything efficiently a sound knowledge of grassroots helps. R hopefully back safely at uni - am I really being unreasonable if I ask her to text and say she's arrived OK? Seemingly so.
Just had a call from my brother who is staying at his partner's parent's farm in Germany, and he has to fly home immediately because not only has he been burgled but they've also trashed the house.
Today would have been my mother's birthday and I have a spooky feeling that the jewellery of her's they've just stolen will bring them nothing but trouble.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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