The day sunny and veering from warm to bitingly cold.
The dissident republicans have set off a bomb in Northern Ireland in response to policing being handed over to the province and cannot believe for a second that anyone in their right mind would want that beautiful land to return to mayhem. Maybe that's it, they're not in their right minds, they're actually bonkers.
Maybe the necessary criteria in the motivation behind a desire to climb the greasy pole of power is a tendency towards bonkerdom.
Would explain an awful lot about the state of the world today.
Dreadful train crash in Italy killing nine people and injuring many more.
Spent the day in the company of my nice new friend, and we called in at work so that I could collect my salary slip and then complete R's university loan application and NNF met two of my dear colleagues. Then it was off to gorgeously sunny Windsor for a stroll around the town and saw a soldier and wanted to speak to him, but somehow it didn't seem appropriate. Then back to NNF's flat for a change of clothes and now home for beouf burguinion, roasted shallots, roasted potatoes and fresh vegetables.
R out with friends and has asked H to get her a 'NY teeshirt pleeeeeese', adding the reminder that she was the one who got them up at the crack of dawn on Sunday, like. H staying in a forces hostel in the epinymous city. And no news from C.
Fellow soldier's Mum weary and wants her boy home.
Please Lord let them all come home to their loved ones.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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