Remembrance - and other things...
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curiouswombatAs well as taking part in a Remembrance service at church this morning I also watched some of the programme from the Royal Albert Hall last night, and from the Cenotaph today, as I am sure many of my FL did.
As always, the moment when the poppy petals slowly drift down into the still silence in the Albert Hall, made me cry. Each of those poppy petals a life lost in war; piling up in the aisles, landing on the flat white tops of the caps of the sailors, and on the elaborate headdresses of some of the QAs and the PMs (The army, navy and air-force nursing services)...
Then the march past the Cenotaph - old, old men and women, a small boy wearing his grandfather's medals, the girl carrying, not a poppy wreath, but one of bright yellow flowers...
But the thing that brought the biggest lump to my throat today is this tribute to her uncle written by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
virtuella. If you read anything written in memorium this evening, read that.
Under the cut are a couple totally unrelated pictures -
Shaka likes to sit on the cushions on the settee and cover them in cat-hair - preferably a good coating of black hair on the cream covers. Generally he is not keen on anything meant to be sat on by a cat.
But when I went to the garage for petrol the other week they were selling 'Pet Pads' for only £5.50 - and it did look very cuddly.
So, I bought one, put it on the settee amongst the cushions, and told him not to sit on it and get hair on it. Result...
And sometimes...
And the cream cushion covers are still cream almost three weeks later!
Hopefully, eventually, if I put it on the floor at any time, he'll follow it.
Also - I am slowly writing the story that demanded me to do it... but it is painful, it also brings tears to my eyes and a lump to my throat; writing it is almost like drawing teeth...
As always, the moment when the poppy petals slowly drift down into the still silence in the Albert Hall, made me cry. Each of those poppy petals a life lost in war; piling up in the aisles, landing on the flat white tops of the caps of the sailors, and on the elaborate headdresses of some of the QAs and the PMs (The army, navy and air-force nursing services)...
Then the march past the Cenotaph - old, old men and women, a small boy wearing his grandfather's medals, the girl carrying, not a poppy wreath, but one of bright yellow flowers...
But the thing that brought the biggest lump to my throat today is this tribute to her uncle written by
virtuella. If you read anything written in memorium this evening, read that. Under the cut are a couple totally unrelated pictures -
Shaka likes to sit on the cushions on the settee and cover them in cat-hair - preferably a good coating of black hair on the cream covers. Generally he is not keen on anything meant to be sat on by a cat.
But when I went to the garage for petrol the other week they were selling 'Pet Pads' for only £5.50 - and it did look very cuddly.
So, I bought one, put it on the settee amongst the cushions, and told him not to sit on it and get hair on it. Result...
And sometimes...
And the cream cushion covers are still cream almost three weeks later!
Hopefully, eventually, if I put it on the floor at any time, he'll follow it.
Also - I am slowly writing the story that demanded me to do it... but it is painful, it also brings tears to my eyes and a lump to my throat; writing it is almost like drawing teeth...
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Date: 15/11/2010 08:38 am (UTC)The cat is very impressed with his ability to claim this new cushion...