Craft supplies are sorted into kits. The week-end is freed and food is in the cupboard. Chocolate is on hand and I'm ready to go. I've registered, I've charged the camera batteries, I have plenty of sticky stuff and my table is clean. I watch the clock. Look out CyberCrop, here I come.
Boxes are packed, cars are outside ready to be loaded and willing volunteers are ready to go. In a few short hours, everything I own is taken to my new flat. Boxes, bags, furniture. As far as I can see, I have left nothing behind. Nothing except my marriage.
Will you spare 2 minutes today to be silent with them?
In Flanders Fields
Dr John McCrae
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.
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
For Sale: one delicious afternoon of baking. All ingredients and equipment supplied. Bring an air-tight container if you want to take something home. Come and make your choice of fairy buns, biscuits and scones. A taste sensation not to be missed. Limited places, buy early.
This holiday season watch the epic travels of a mother and daughter as they cruise around Somerset. Watch the sweets foam, bubble and explode, the cheese being moulded and the sun setting over the sea. Miss it and miss out.
An Alien Experience
Help! You'll never believe what I can see? Alien life form in funny shaped tin cans travelling on a hard black thing. There's weird lollipops that flash and these cans are stopping by them, but no-one's trying them. Wonder what flavours they are? I'm trying to stop these creatures to ask where I am, but they seem in too much of a hurry and don't even notice me. Do you think they miss out by speeding around and don't see what's around them?
I remember my Great-Grandad telling me to look out for lots of the green places he saw when he came here, but all I can see are tiny boxes that these creatures go in and out of. The bigger boxes are strange because every creature that goes in, comes out with a metal thing on wheels full of stuff that they put in their cans. Do you think they're robbing the boxes? Maybe we need to send down our police forces to sort them out.
If this place has changed so much since my Great-Grandad visited, remind me to tell my Great-Grandchildren not to come here as it's too strange.
The Best That Love Can Be by Russell Watson
This is a song that makes me feel nostalgic and all too often shed a tear too. I first heard this earlier this year when I'd been told by David that he definitely did not want me. The song is all about when love dies and keeping memories.
"When the heart is cold, together we're alone" "it's hard to carry on, going through the motions when there's nothing there".
"Take the past and hold it like a photograph" is like a knife plunging in my heart knowing that David didn't want any photographs of our time together. Our holidays, our days out, our lives, our wedding. He shoved them in a box for me to take. It hurt knowing that he was erasing all trace of me from his life.
"The Best That Love Can Be"? It's surprising how quickly it can change.