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A moment of silence

It will be a moment  of silence this saturday as we stand before the cenotaph to mark our respect for James Edward Gilbert. My granddad, who ran off to war in 1914 and ended up in Salonika looking after the horses, this very job may have saved his life for  he was alive until 1996. He came very close to his 100th birthday but died at the age if 98. As a child I coud not have asked for a better granddad, perfect in every way, he would make me laugh and tell me stories in his thick Bucks accent. It is for him that I attend ‘The Salonika campaign society’ meetings every year. I am very proud and fortunate  to be able to stand at the cenotaph and give my respects to him and all the other men and women who took part in both wars.

Now then, I know I said I would add a short story to my  blog, and I will! but I’m enjoying writing it and fear it will become rather more than just a short story! I have an idea, which will require the handful of you kind souls who  bother to take a look at my idiotic little ramblings, to give your opinion. Ok so I was reading in my sunday times about Charles Dickens or Darls chickens as my son likes to call him! I was reminded of how they used to serialise the stories in the paper each week, leaving a chapter on a bit of a cliff-hanger so the public would be hungry for more! and I thought, not for one minute comparing myself to the great man you understand, but I thought hey! I wonder if I could do such a thing with my story/stories. I will need the assistance of someone who actually knows how to use a computer of course, but she knows who she is, so it could work…couldn’t it?? Big game this saturday in the world of rugby! England v Scotland and I will have to miss it! Rugby has been of some interest to me of late, I think as a mother of boys i need to let the whole thespian/dancing thing go and realise they are real boy boys and just go with it. Nothing would please uncle Sam more than seeing the boys roaring across the field with a rugby ball tucked under their arm, oh but their beautiful faces Sam!!! not those cauliflower ears please!!

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