Not a bad day - coolish but fine and with a light breeze. I am feeling more or less back to normal - but not quite. I don't feel quite 'of this world' - a strange feeling which I h ope will soon go off as I don't find it at all pleasant.
I went into town as usual - today is the day I stock up on any shopping I need. Strawberries from Scotland (Angus) are still available and still as delicious as ever. I don't think I ever remember such a long season. So it is strawberries for tea again tonight. Lunch was sausage, onion and apple cooked in my Remoska and it was delicious too. Runner beans from a friend's garden and the first of the sprouts made up my plateful - I have certainly got my appetite back so that's a start.
There have been programmes on over the week-end about the start of the Second World War- eighty years ago. I watched them - of course I remember it well - I was seven when it started. But I am not sure whether I really want to go over it all again. Is it important that we see the devastation, the bombing, that we bring it all back into our minds or would it be better if we forget it?
I really am not sure in my mind what difference it makes to our thinking to see it all over again. My friend and I were saying yesterday how well our parents protected us from the worst of it. We lived in areas where it was not quite as subject to bombing and certainly where I lived we weren't evacuated, rather we accepted evacuees to live with us. But I don't remember ever being afraid.
After eighty years let's just hope it never happens again.