Armistice.
2002-11-11 at 2:20 p.m.

 

Ouch. My head hurts.

Red wine is fun in the evening and not fun in the morning.

Scary stuff, I seem to be drinking more than Mr. Me.

This is probably A Bad Thing.

Maybe I'll cut down. Maybe there are flying pigs. Maybe hell is freezing over.

I went to our local Cenotaph this morning. For the 2 minute silence at 11am. There were less people there again this year. There were a few comments about how it was the day after Remembrance Sunday so no one bothered. I think people who bother to take the time out are dying off and there's no one to replace them. This is sad. It's what I thought about during the silence. Maybe one day I'll go and there'll be me and one man and his dog.

The Cenotaph is on a bus route. They only stop the traffic for the 2 minutes and then, while the kids lay the wreaths and the prayers are said the buses, the traffic start to flow again and normal life closes over the memories. This is probably healthy. But it made me feel sad.

I hope you all in the UK bought a poppy. I don't care what you think of war, we should all try to remember.