Fellow soldier's Mum said as they left home the local paper was full of the news of the death of her son's friend and comrade and that when they got to the airport she didn't say goodbye to a soldier but to her child, and now he's gone back to that hell-hole. All I could say was there was nothing I could say, but that there were thousands of us in the same position. Oh Lord what a mess.
Now the government says we can't afford to keep our Armed Forces at the current level, so we'll have to merge with the French. Can't see that one working somehow. Mega clash of mini-Titans with a bucket load of history to settle and neither particularly like being told what to do by the other. Love the French, adore la Francais mais je pense ....... quoi?
Then with all the revelations, counter-revelations and ego posturing going on at the Iraq Inquiry you can't help but query the validity. We are but pawns.
Work very busy but satisfying. Numeracy and literacy and nice kids so it was good. Gave a colleague a lift home and was good to chat and actually laugh in the car on the way home. Was invited to a gathering tonight but am still knackered so have sent apologies and will see everyone at the Weekend God willing. Weather grim. Cold, claggy rain with the distant threat more of the frozen stuff sweeping in from the north.
Heard from H and he's so supportive. Not heard from R but apparently the latest is a month in Ibiza in the summer - how? No news from C but sent a letter out today and realised I was being looked at as I spoke to it and gave it a kiss at the post box. Never think you're not being watched.
Thank you Lord.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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