Friday letters on Remembrance Day

It’s Friday at the end of what has been a bit of a weird week for me. On Monday I had a doctor’s appointment, one that had been arranged for a while and was nothing special. Tuesday I called a doctor because my left knee had swelled up again after being almost normal for weeks. They had no appointments and suggested I call their emergency clinic, which I did and was told to come by in the early afternoon. I duly did so, waited around for 20 minutes, was shown to a bed and had blood taken to check for signs of inflammation and thrombosis then waited around for even longer to see the doctor before waiting around some more for the results of my blood tests to come back. Luckily I had a book with me! Bloods were all fine and I was referred to an orthopaedist. On Wednesday I called my GP for a referral, which they promised to send me, then contacted the orthopaedist they recommended. They managed to fit me in yesterday afternoon. The doctor says nothing is broken and he would expect an injury like that to take at least six weeks to heal. So I have some gel and instructions to be patient. So hopefully that’s the end of the knee saga! And now for some letters.

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Dear rain. Okay, you’ve made your point… you can go away now! (And take your friend sleet with you.)

Dear Christmas market. I saw some of your stands already up and waiting when I passed on the tram the other day. Only 13 days to go!

Dear birds. You don’t seem to have seen the nice ball of fat we’ve hung outside for you now that the temperature has dropped again. I hope you discover it soon!

And, to end on a more serious note:

Dear soldiers and veterans. I don’t have a proper Remembrance Day poppy, but I’m wearing my poppy earrings and poppy necklace. To all of you who are still fighting somewhere, or who are out there on peace-keeping operations. To all of you who gave your lives for your country, or who made it back home but will never be the same. To all of you who have made sacrifices. We shall remember you!

I hope all my readers have a wonderful weekend, despite everything that’s going on in the world. Love and virtual hugs to everyone.

 

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Never forget

While Germans dress in costumes and get drunk starting from 11.11 a.m., the UK and many Commonwealth countries remember those who fought and fell in the first and second world wars, and in every war since then. This post is dedicated to my dad, who fought in the Falklands War, to all his army friends who fought there and elsewhere, and to everyone who has fought for Great Britain in any war, ever. Even those that I thought we should never have been part of (like the second Gulf War).  To those who never came home and to those who did come home but were forever changed. The main remembrance events in the UK were on Sunday (Remembrance Sunday), but today most people will take part in a two minute silence at 11 a.m.

My words are inadequate, so I’ll let someone else do the talking (see photo). Lest we forget.

In Flanders Fields

Look Up, Look Down: Dublin Garden of Remembrance

Since it was Remembrance Day this week, I thought it would be appropriate to use some pictures of Dublin’s Garden of Remembrance for my entry to the Look Up, Look Down challenge. The two photos below were both taken looking down on the garden, one from near the entrance and one from the steps at the far end.

Dublin Garden of Remembrance

Dublin Garden of Remembrance

The Garden of Remembrance is dedicated to the memory of “all those who gave their lives in the cause of Irish freedom”. The main feature of the park is a pool of water in the shape of the cross. On the bottom of the pool, there are pictures of shields and weapons – in Celtic custom, after a battle it was custom to break up weapons and throw them in the river to signify the end of hostilities.

Think you have a photo that would be perfect for the Look Up, Look Down theme?
Check out
Travel With Intent’s blog post to join in and see what everyone else has come up with this week.

11.11.2013. Lest We Forget

For obvious reasons, I couldn’t buy a Remembrance Day poppy here, and I’ve lost the one I had saved from a previous year. But as a squaddy brat, it is important to me to do something to mark Remembrance Day (and Remembrance Sunday) I ordered a poppy necklace but it hasn’t arrived yet, so the best I could do was put a red flower clip in my hair. I don’t even think it’s supposed to represent a poppy – it’s just some red flower that happens to have black in the middle – but it’s the thought that counts, right? The following photo is actually from yesterday… even though I was home alone, I kept the flower in my hair all day for Remembrance Sunday. (And apparantly the white balance on my camera was off… our walls aren’t really blueish!)

Me with red flower

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
~ From the Poem “For the Fallen” by Laurence Binyon