It's a miserable day and we're not too enthusiastic about leaving our comfortable lounge-room. Still, there are things to be done and we need to give ourselves a shake. Matilyn might have gone to her 'Friendship Group' this morning but has given that a miss because we have a couple of appointments this afternoon. At our age, you have to pace yourself.
November 25th ... it's my Dad's birthday (and nephew Simon's as well). Dad was born in 1918 in the dying days of World War 1. He grew up in the period when Britain was trying to re-build and married just as World War 2 was getting underway. With his wife, he made the decision in 1950 to bring his family to Australia in the hope of a better life and he must have been pleased when that hope eventuated. Sadly, he died before his 69th birthday but I think he would have been chuffed that he succumbed to something as exotic a Legionnaires' Disease. I can hear him saying, "It you have to go, you might as well go in a blaze of glory."
This post is a bit gloomy, perhaps, but I suppose I can blame the weather.
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