David Letter
Hello David and Moira... thought I would drop you a line and let you know we are now safely back in NZ and have reverted to our usual quiet way of life.
It is our winter here now of course and our arrival home was marred by wet and cold. But for the past ten days we have been blessed with frosty cold nights and lovely sunny days with temps up to 15C. by lunchtime, surely it can't last much longer! Spring is now close and the first willows will be showing colour by the end of this month, August and the daffodil's are out now, the snowdrops have been out for sometime. Our winters aren't very long... about two months maximum. Some plants grow all the year round.
We enjoyed very much our trip to the UK most especially our visit to you. We wished we could have stayed longer. Of course we didn't quite know how the situation was with you and we didn't want to impose. The high light of my visit was our excursion down to South Shields. How the place has changed, I couldn't find anything familiar until we worked our way down to the harbour entrance area and there was Ocean Rd., changed but recognisable.
I think brother John has been in contact with you, David. I'm glad I mentioned to him the proof reading and return of the second part of your memoirs. He had misunderstood. I hope when you finish them that I could have a copy. I read a few exerts from them and I found them most interesting. When you have finished them I have a question(s) for you regarding various Brough family members. Not now but later. I will not burden you with them now.
Since arriving home I have sat down and read your book, David and enjoyed it very much. Our eldest son, Ian read parts of it too whilst we were in England and found it most interesting as well. I hope you won't mind if I make a copy of your book on to computer and if any family members are interested I can pass it on. Not only is it a record of the Brough and the Bell families, I realised it is also a social history record of a way of life long gone and unknown to our children and those who will follow them. We came in at the tail end of the old way of life and grew up in the early beginnings of life as we and our children know today. H'mm, this getting a bit heavy.
Well our visit to Ponteland and meeting you both again was one of the highlights of our trip. I would like to think we can do it again sometime. I would also like to think we could get hooked up by email and I could send you some of the short pieces of 1-2 A4 pages I have written about my life and the people I've met along the way. Nothing on Aspatia...yet, but plenty on Ullswater and my RAF days. I hope to knit them into a composite piece one day.
Well I will say goodbye for now, and bye the way, I always remember Ponteland when I have a shower. Pat brought those lovely pieces of soap and you both usually come to mind as I shower!
Love and best wishes from Eric
PS Our Email is pat.eric@xtra.co.nz or olderic1934@yahoo.co.nz or if you are near one of the family computers look on my small web-site olderic.blogspot.com
Tuesday, August 12, 2003
Sunday, March 30, 2003
Journal Flanders Fields
OldEric says (:-]. Should you read this poem read it slowly, and savour it. The poem tells a poignant story.
On 2 May, 1915, in the second week of fighting during the Second Battle of Ypres Lieutenant Alexis Helmer was killed by a German artillery shell. He was a friend of the Canadian doctor Major John McCrae and it is believed that McCrae began the draft for his famous poem 'In Flanders Fields' that evening among the carnage.
Each year on Remembrances Day this poem is repeated, and the dead and dying of all wars are remembered with tears. This is the time when men and wives and lovers and sons and daughters, weep for lost husbands, fathers and grandfathers, lost in the carnage that was Flanders fields and in all battle fields since, both remembered and forgotten.
I was a boy of 6 when WW2 started and 12 when the war ended. I remember the poem since that time, each time I hear 'In Flanders Fields' the words never fail to bring a lump to my throat. Each time I read the poem I always read the last verse again, the last verse says it all, when you think about it. Evil in the world still abounds and will continue to exist into the future; we should be strong and face Evil.
In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
OldEric says (:-]. Should you read this poem read it slowly, and savour it. The poem tells a poignant story.
On 2 May, 1915, in the second week of fighting during the Second Battle of Ypres Lieutenant Alexis Helmer was killed by a German artillery shell. He was a friend of the Canadian doctor Major John McCrae and it is believed that McCrae began the draft for his famous poem 'In Flanders Fields' that evening among the carnage.
Each year on Remembrances Day this poem is repeated, and the dead and dying of all wars are remembered with tears. This is the time when men and wives and lovers and sons and daughters, weep for lost husbands, fathers and grandfathers, lost in the carnage that was Flanders fields and in all battle fields since, both remembered and forgotten.
I was a boy of 6 when WW2 started and 12 when the war ended. I remember the poem since that time, each time I hear 'In Flanders Fields' the words never fail to bring a lump to my throat. Each time I read the poem I always read the last verse again, the last verse says it all, when you think about it. Evil in the world still abounds and will continue to exist into the future; we should be strong and face Evil.
In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Monday, February 10, 2003
Journal Waitangi Day
OldEric says :-) Like most people we don't support Waitangi Day, if Waitangi Day falls on a weekday.... it was Thursday the 6th this year.... we just use it as another public holiday.
This Waitangi day we used it to erect our new bird aviary, a kit set. Everything was prepared in advance, Tony came down from Hamilton to help and he was here by 8am and by 8.30am, we with great confidence started our project. Pat, Tony, then Tahlia came and me.
Within a short time we struck problems, The damn thing wouldn't fit! We pulled the two erected sides down, restacked them on the base and went and had a coffee. Did we really want an aviary? There's one going cheap at 26 Dudley Ave in Huntly. Or maybe we will try again next year.
I hope Tony didn't have anything planned otherwise, it was a wasted day for him. We will take him out to dinner and celebrate my birthday this Friday. Shall we go Indian, Singaporean or just plain old Kiwi??. Or shall we go on Thursday instead.... decision,decisions. We will be taking Tahlia too, better be Friday.
OldEric says :-) Like most people we don't support Waitangi Day, if Waitangi Day falls on a weekday.... it was Thursday the 6th this year.... we just use it as another public holiday.
This Waitangi day we used it to erect our new bird aviary, a kit set. Everything was prepared in advance, Tony came down from Hamilton to help and he was here by 8am and by 8.30am, we with great confidence started our project. Pat, Tony, then Tahlia came and me.
Within a short time we struck problems, The damn thing wouldn't fit! We pulled the two erected sides down, restacked them on the base and went and had a coffee. Did we really want an aviary? There's one going cheap at 26 Dudley Ave in Huntly. Or maybe we will try again next year.
I hope Tony didn't have anything planned otherwise, it was a wasted day for him. We will take him out to dinner and celebrate my birthday this Friday. Shall we go Indian, Singaporean or just plain old Kiwi??. Or shall we go on Thursday instead.... decision,decisions. We will be taking Tahlia too, better be Friday.
Saturday, February 08, 2003
Journal Gillian's visit
OldEric says ;-) Well today Gillian came over from Whitianga for an appointment with the Dean of the 5th form of Sacred Heart College to confer with her regarding Tahlia’s education and to satisfy herself that things are going well. She arrived at 10am and we chatted for an hour with her before she had to leave us.
Yesterday was Waitangi Day and another Public Holiday. Gillian worked yesterday on the accounts of one of the firms she does her part time work for to bring them up to date so she could take today off.
Tahlia will go back with her to Whitianga for the weekend and she will get an early morning ride back with someone from Whitianga on Monday who will drop her off at the school gates.
Tahlia seems to have settled in with us ok and seems happy, at least she has no complaints to Gillian so we are pleased. Apparently it was purely Tahlia’s decision to go to Sacred Heart and had asked to do so. She seems to be putting a positive effort into her education so far, does her homework willingly and freely acknowledges that she has to catch up.
Tahlia got a surprise the first day at school by being asked to remove her ear-rings and something else, I’m not sure what now. The only adornment to be worn is studs or sleepers in the ears, a cross round the neck or a tiki…. Tahlia wears a greenstone tiki so that was ok.
The other surprise was no talking in class and no talking when the teacher is talking. Tahlia found the quietness, in her words…. Scary! For the first few days until she got acclimatised.
The last teaching Nun has now left and all the teachers are lay teachers. In Gillian’s day it was a mixture of Nuns and lay teachers. Gillian recognised some of the techers names from her day. Today was swimming sports day so no doubt Gillian will have a look in if she has time. Tahlia isn’t taking part, which is a pity as she is a strong swimmer.
So in a nutshell we are very pleased with Tahlia and are happy to have her. Pat is enjoying having someone to look after and worry over again.
OldEric says ;-) Well today Gillian came over from Whitianga for an appointment with the Dean of the 5th form of Sacred Heart College to confer with her regarding Tahlia’s education and to satisfy herself that things are going well. She arrived at 10am and we chatted for an hour with her before she had to leave us.
Yesterday was Waitangi Day and another Public Holiday. Gillian worked yesterday on the accounts of one of the firms she does her part time work for to bring them up to date so she could take today off.
Tahlia will go back with her to Whitianga for the weekend and she will get an early morning ride back with someone from Whitianga on Monday who will drop her off at the school gates.
Tahlia seems to have settled in with us ok and seems happy, at least she has no complaints to Gillian so we are pleased. Apparently it was purely Tahlia’s decision to go to Sacred Heart and had asked to do so. She seems to be putting a positive effort into her education so far, does her homework willingly and freely acknowledges that she has to catch up.
Tahlia got a surprise the first day at school by being asked to remove her ear-rings and something else, I’m not sure what now. The only adornment to be worn is studs or sleepers in the ears, a cross round the neck or a tiki…. Tahlia wears a greenstone tiki so that was ok.
The other surprise was no talking in class and no talking when the teacher is talking. Tahlia found the quietness, in her words…. Scary! For the first few days until she got acclimatised.
The last teaching Nun has now left and all the teachers are lay teachers. In Gillian’s day it was a mixture of Nuns and lay teachers. Gillian recognised some of the techers names from her day. Today was swimming sports day so no doubt Gillian will have a look in if she has time. Tahlia isn’t taking part, which is a pity as she is a strong swimmer.
So in a nutshell we are very pleased with Tahlia and are happy to have her. Pat is enjoying having someone to look after and worry over again.
Monday, November 18, 2002
A Tangi for Lou
I went to Lou Brookes' Tangi (funeral) this morning. Lou was a year younger than I. Lou had cancer and, in his last stages asked to be moved back from Auckland to Huntly where he was born.
Lou was a Maori and in his younger days was a salesman for the firm I worked for at that time. Everyone liked Lou and liked his fast patter. In later years Lou worked the markets up in Auckland and everyone knew him, once met forgotten, never!
Lou's Tangi was held at Te Ohaki Marae and the Tangi follows a similar format to the more familiar Church funeral service. The Tangi differs subtly in feel to a Church funeral. A sorry sadness pervades, that the person has left his relatives and friends behind and softly in the background keening will be heard from one or more of the older ladies. The Marae service is relatively short but the graveside service is much longer than a Church service. The hymns are sung as in Church, but no organ music is needed here. The Maori have fine and tuneful voices.
At the graveside, speakers will talk to the person in a conversational tone as his body rests in the grave. Some may sing a verse or two of a favourite remembered song. The immediate family standing around the grave will cuddle each other adults and children and often will sadly weep. It is very moving. Truly felt emotions are not at all suppressed. An orator or orators will call out the persons' life and ask why he has left them.
I was glad to be able to say goodbye to Lou. I was glad I could drop a proffered flower on his coffin. I was glad I met his remembered family now grown up with children of their own. And, I was glad they came up and remembered me. Lou was a little more than an acquaintance Lou was a friend from long ago.
I went to Lou Brookes' Tangi (funeral) this morning. Lou was a year younger than I. Lou had cancer and, in his last stages asked to be moved back from Auckland to Huntly where he was born.
Lou was a Maori and in his younger days was a salesman for the firm I worked for at that time. Everyone liked Lou and liked his fast patter. In later years Lou worked the markets up in Auckland and everyone knew him, once met forgotten, never!
Lou's Tangi was held at Te Ohaki Marae and the Tangi follows a similar format to the more familiar Church funeral service. The Tangi differs subtly in feel to a Church funeral. A sorry sadness pervades, that the person has left his relatives and friends behind and softly in the background keening will be heard from one or more of the older ladies. The Marae service is relatively short but the graveside service is much longer than a Church service. The hymns are sung as in Church, but no organ music is needed here. The Maori have fine and tuneful voices.
At the graveside, speakers will talk to the person in a conversational tone as his body rests in the grave. Some may sing a verse or two of a favourite remembered song. The immediate family standing around the grave will cuddle each other adults and children and often will sadly weep. It is very moving. Truly felt emotions are not at all suppressed. An orator or orators will call out the persons' life and ask why he has left them.
I was glad to be able to say goodbye to Lou. I was glad I could drop a proffered flower on his coffin. I was glad I met his remembered family now grown up with children of their own. And, I was glad they came up and remembered me. Lou was a little more than an acquaintance Lou was a friend from long ago.
Wednesday, November 06, 2002
Journal Bullies
OldEric says :- Another dark and/or controversial subject. The newspapers are often full of bullying reports in schools both here and overseas. Bullying has always existed both mental and physical. I'm not talking gang related stand over tactics but general bullying, one trying to dominate another bullying.
From experience of 4 schools I attended in the 1940s bullying was generally tolerated by authorities in England as long as it didn't get out of hand. It was tolerated because it was a part of growing up, it was considered as part of the formation of ones character--it helped to form ones character, to stand on ones feet. Some may say hindered the formation of ones character. I'm inclined to the former. Bullying was tolerated by authorities to help one to learn how to deal with the problems of life both in childhood and most certainly in adulthood. Bullies grow up and in the main bullies do not change their ways, they may change their methods but they still bully if allowed to do so.
I will over the next few days relate 3 stories of bullying and the results during my school years.
OldEric says :- Another dark and/or controversial subject. The newspapers are often full of bullying reports in schools both here and overseas. Bullying has always existed both mental and physical. I'm not talking gang related stand over tactics but general bullying, one trying to dominate another bullying.
From experience of 4 schools I attended in the 1940s bullying was generally tolerated by authorities in England as long as it didn't get out of hand. It was tolerated because it was a part of growing up, it was considered as part of the formation of ones character--it helped to form ones character, to stand on ones feet. Some may say hindered the formation of ones character. I'm inclined to the former. Bullying was tolerated by authorities to help one to learn how to deal with the problems of life both in childhood and most certainly in adulthood. Bullies grow up and in the main bullies do not change their ways, they may change their methods but they still bully if allowed to do so.
I will over the next few days relate 3 stories of bullying and the results during my school years.
Tuesday, September 10, 2002
On a High
OldEric says:- I'm on a high today. no, not that high, just feeling pleased with my self. At last got my Home Page under construction and the first thing I did was link my blog to it. It worked, at least for me it did. Been on the web for I think 5 years or is it 6? Never had a yen before. Blogging one day and Web pages the next. What next? I'll have to give Nomad a hurry up not much movement on his wed site.
Feeling better now that nine eleven is over. At least that is what they call yesterday down here in NZ. Don't feel like working today so I did'nt. Sorted 2 customers out and fired up the computer. Here in NZ Spring has sprung and that feeling is in the air. Work is often quiet this time of year. Must be feeling tired this afternoon, I keep having to rectify typing errors. I was up at 4.40 am this morning, could'nt sleep so fired up the computer wrote up some of my 2000 trip journal from the notes I kept. Boy, am I a sluggard. I only do it when I get the urge.
Its 3pm, time for a coffee and then I'm going to link my 2000 Journal to my home page.
Not bad for a 68 year old!!
OldEric says:- I'm on a high today. no, not that high, just feeling pleased with my self. At last got my Home Page under construction and the first thing I did was link my blog to it. It worked, at least for me it did. Been on the web for I think 5 years or is it 6? Never had a yen before. Blogging one day and Web pages the next. What next? I'll have to give Nomad a hurry up not much movement on his wed site.
Feeling better now that nine eleven is over. At least that is what they call yesterday down here in NZ. Don't feel like working today so I did'nt. Sorted 2 customers out and fired up the computer. Here in NZ Spring has sprung and that feeling is in the air. Work is often quiet this time of year. Must be feeling tired this afternoon, I keep having to rectify typing errors. I was up at 4.40 am this morning, could'nt sleep so fired up the computer wrote up some of my 2000 trip journal from the notes I kept. Boy, am I a sluggard. I only do it when I get the urge.
Its 3pm, time for a coffee and then I'm going to link my 2000 Journal to my home page.
Not bad for a 68 year old!!
Journal A Short note
OldEric says :- I've 10 minutes only. Pat needs the computer for the local bird club newsletter. I shan't stop her ,as co-newsletter publisher, it is less for me to do,hi. Then I can spend more time opening up my mind to the Blog (just joking, of course). Some say, if the thoughts there....... Spent time on my 2000 trip journal. this afternoon. I close down at 3 pm most days but today I closed my work a little earlier.
Had Emails from my son Ian and also my niece's husband Pete, otherwise known as Nomad, when surfing the net. They have both found my other website and hence the Blog. I have a link to it.
Well 10 minutes have elapsed and I wait for the shout from upstairs, "Eeeeric, will you be long?". Goodbye for now.
OldEric says :- I've 10 minutes only. Pat needs the computer for the local bird club newsletter. I shan't stop her ,as co-newsletter publisher, it is less for me to do,hi. Then I can spend more time opening up my mind to the Blog (just joking, of course). Some say, if the thoughts there....... Spent time on my 2000 trip journal. this afternoon. I close down at 3 pm most days but today I closed my work a little earlier.
Had Emails from my son Ian and also my niece's husband Pete, otherwise known as Nomad, when surfing the net. They have both found my other website and hence the Blog. I have a link to it.
Well 10 minutes have elapsed and I wait for the shout from upstairs, "Eeeeric, will you be long?". Goodbye for now.
Saturday, February 16, 2002
Journal My Birthday
OldEric says :-) well I have just had my birthday once more on the 13th and I’m a year older and really I don’t want to be. In fact if I had my way I would not now have a birthday and be reminded of the event. Ah, well.
On a brighter note Ian phoned up first on our Thursday morning with best wishes and as always a pleasant chat. Then next was Phyl Cartmill who sang a very nice rendition of “Happy Birthday, she has a nice voice.
Next was Tony with best wishes also and asking whether we are coming to dinner Thursday or Friday. Then Gillian phoned in the evening after work followed by Geoff when he could at last get through. The phone line is always busy, busy especially with the computer and Tahlia in the evening.
I’ve got a nice array of cards on the china cabinet. John’s was missing this time; they are on an extended trip to Spain and Portugal.
Pat bought me a 1250 page book by Microsoft on XP so I was pleased with that.
Gillian some book tokens, which I always like, and Tony a two-litre bottle of Tanqueray Gin, nothing but the best, which I like also. The Queens tipple too!
Pat made a lovely traditional roast dinner with Kumera and Pumpkin on the eve of my birthday, my favourite followed by Apple crumble, another favourite.
Last night, Friday we went to Tony’s he made Curry followed by Apple crumble, I could eat it constantly. A big glass of gin, bitters and lemon and wine with our curry. Yes another pleasant night out.
All in all a very pleasant birthday and I again say to myself how glad I am to have such a nice thoughtful family to share my birthday with. Many are not so lucky as I.
Tahlia went home for the weekend directly from school on Friday night.
OldEric says :-) well I have just had my birthday once more on the 13th and I’m a year older and really I don’t want to be. In fact if I had my way I would not now have a birthday and be reminded of the event. Ah, well.
On a brighter note Ian phoned up first on our Thursday morning with best wishes and as always a pleasant chat. Then next was Phyl Cartmill who sang a very nice rendition of “Happy Birthday, she has a nice voice.
Next was Tony with best wishes also and asking whether we are coming to dinner Thursday or Friday. Then Gillian phoned in the evening after work followed by Geoff when he could at last get through. The phone line is always busy, busy especially with the computer and Tahlia in the evening.
I’ve got a nice array of cards on the china cabinet. John’s was missing this time; they are on an extended trip to Spain and Portugal.
Pat bought me a 1250 page book by Microsoft on XP so I was pleased with that.
Gillian some book tokens, which I always like, and Tony a two-litre bottle of Tanqueray Gin, nothing but the best, which I like also. The Queens tipple too!
Pat made a lovely traditional roast dinner with Kumera and Pumpkin on the eve of my birthday, my favourite followed by Apple crumble, another favourite.
Last night, Friday we went to Tony’s he made Curry followed by Apple crumble, I could eat it constantly. A big glass of gin, bitters and lemon and wine with our curry. Yes another pleasant night out.
All in all a very pleasant birthday and I again say to myself how glad I am to have such a nice thoughtful family to share my birthday with. Many are not so lucky as I.
Tahlia went home for the weekend directly from school on Friday night.
Thursday, February 14, 2002
Journal
OldEric says:- Well heavy morning mist this morning the sign of a hot sunny day. By 9am the sky is blue the sun is hot and wisps of mist hang over the lake. Our back section is just about out of control with the trailing weed Convulvus and I decided to try and do something about the problem. I got up at my usual 6am time had a cup of tea and a biscuit and thought about my problem. I waited until 8am until most of the heavy dew had evaporated filled the sprayer with Roundup and went to face the problem.
I sprayed 5 litres of the weed poison over everything grass included and then gave up on the very steep part of the section. I had had enough. I was hot, tired and my gammy foot was hurting.
I came up from the back and I felt a bit despondent, how much longer can I keep this up? I'm 69 this month and each year the section maintenance becomes a little more difficult. I know it won’t be long before I can no longer continue my fight with the back section and it will then become a wilderness. I then wonder how long can I keep the upper section going?
Well I have had a late breakfast now and I feel better. I will get Pat to get some more Roundup and I will have a go at the rest of the back and then wait 14 days to see how the poison has affected the Convulvus. I guess it will take two sprays-overs, Convulvus is hard to kill. Then in future years try to keep the creeping enemy under control.
Well I have got that off my chest I feel better still. My trouble is I have too many interests and I don't want to give any of them up. I never dreamed age would slow me up, but it has and I don't like the feeling.
OldEric says:- Well heavy morning mist this morning the sign of a hot sunny day. By 9am the sky is blue the sun is hot and wisps of mist hang over the lake. Our back section is just about out of control with the trailing weed Convulvus and I decided to try and do something about the problem. I got up at my usual 6am time had a cup of tea and a biscuit and thought about my problem. I waited until 8am until most of the heavy dew had evaporated filled the sprayer with Roundup and went to face the problem.
I sprayed 5 litres of the weed poison over everything grass included and then gave up on the very steep part of the section. I had had enough. I was hot, tired and my gammy foot was hurting.
I came up from the back and I felt a bit despondent, how much longer can I keep this up? I'm 69 this month and each year the section maintenance becomes a little more difficult. I know it won’t be long before I can no longer continue my fight with the back section and it will then become a wilderness. I then wonder how long can I keep the upper section going?
Well I have had a late breakfast now and I feel better. I will get Pat to get some more Roundup and I will have a go at the rest of the back and then wait 14 days to see how the poison has affected the Convulvus. I guess it will take two sprays-overs, Convulvus is hard to kill. Then in future years try to keep the creeping enemy under control.
Well I have got that off my chest I feel better still. My trouble is I have too many interests and I don't want to give any of them up. I never dreamed age would slow me up, but it has and I don't like the feeling.
Thursday, January 01, 1970
Journal. Three Score and Ten
Today is my birthday If you do not know the meaning of a score it is the figure 20. To tell the truth I was not looking forward to this day. I realise it is just a number but on the other hand it is also a reminder. A reminder that the human body slowly but inevitably wears out.
Time seems to pass so quickly, it does not seem so long ago I was young and robust, now I start to feel the little aches and pains. I don't normally take much notice of them but on a day like today I am brought face to face with reality.
This morning I got up promising myself that I would face my bithday morning clean and well dressed. I rose had a shower, shaved and put on clean new clothes.
Postscript: I felt uneasy all day and although I took the day off I could not settle to anything. I had plenty to do, to occupy me but I could not settle.
Today is my birthday If you do not know the meaning of a score it is the figure 20. To tell the truth I was not looking forward to this day. I realise it is just a number but on the other hand it is also a reminder. A reminder that the human body slowly but inevitably wears out.
Time seems to pass so quickly, it does not seem so long ago I was young and robust, now I start to feel the little aches and pains. I don't normally take much notice of them but on a day like today I am brought face to face with reality.
This morning I got up promising myself that I would face my bithday morning clean and well dressed. I rose had a shower, shaved and put on clean new clothes.
Postscript: I felt uneasy all day and although I took the day off I could not settle to anything. I had plenty to do, to occupy me but I could not settle.
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