Tuesday 2 February 2010

Day 122 Week 17

Didn't know two more soldiers died yesterday. My fellow soldier's Mum e-mailed me today and told me and she's so down. They were friends of her son and she was taking him to the airport to get his flight back to it all. What a note to return on. God rest their souls.

Please keep everyone safe.

There is definitely something funny in the air this week. Strange things have been happening and lots of testing situations arising unpredictably. Just hope it all passes without anything too spectacular occurring. Work wasn't without incident and then got to see Harry Brown and whilst Michael Caine is still splendid on the big screen, definite eye-candy and surely he must be seventy by now - but oh my God it was depressing. Hate gratuitous violence, there's enough of the real stuff in the world without making vile make-believe.

If only magic wands were real.

After the marvellous physio session yesterday, ankle felt absolutely brilliant this morning and so abandoned stick and it felt terrific. Went for a walk at lunchtime with my buddy and we had a chat and laugh and felt heartily grateful that an incident which happened during the morning was hopefully settled in a positive way. Then came home and despatched another parcel off to the front and yes, hugged and kissed the large envelope and asked it to keep C safe. Wonder why people can take comfort from familiar rituals? Must be Celtic blood coming to the fore.

Still feel knackered - but am aware it's psychological. Oh for the spring and a carpet of bluebells in a woodland bathed in golden sunshine.

No news from H but we tend to just speak at the weekend as he's got so much work to do. Mais j'espere ill est back en Angleterre maintenant. Not heard from R but yet another parcel of internet shopping has arrived. No news from C and as he tends to ring at the weekend now, please Lord keep it that way.

Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x

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