It's been a bad week inspirationwise.
It's been busy, but only with the predictable early winter "flu" and invading Dalek hordes. Nothing specially interesting. Nothing very exciting at the weekend either, excepting perhaps the attack of the killer broccoli.*
One thing did occur to me though, on Sunday in Borchester Cathedral for the remembrance service. There we all were, Guides and Scouts, Veterans, Red Cross and St John's Ambulance folk. The Army, Navy and Airforce, the great and the good, and us humble commoners. We were gathered to commemorate the fallen of two World Wars and countless other conflicts.
The last post, a single cannon blast, two minutes silence, a second cannon blast, reveille.
The bishop's sermon on remembrance and peace.
And the national anthem to close.
"Send her victorious" we all bellow with not a hint of irony.
And, in a nation still at war, we wonder why everything is so screwed up.
Then we go back out to the warmest November on record for a bit of light shopping and lunch.
Seems two minutes of sanity is all we get.
*and then the broccoli splurts boiling water out of the pan and scalds my right index figer, so I have to type this in great pain. Perhaps Mr Atkins is trying to get my attention....