If there is one thing this wretched virus has brought out everywhere it is a sense of friendliness and cooperation. Whoever I pass on my daily 'allowed' exercise always speaks - just to say hello or remark on the weather or say something about Percy. And of course because it has been pleasant weather this week the sunshine has helped to raise everyone's spirits too. But, this being the UK and a Bank Holiday week-end, the weather is set to change with the temperature on Sunday set to be at least ten degrees colder everywhere as the wind sweeps down straight from the Arctic.
Earlier the nurseryman who is usually on our Friday market called and dropped me off two bags of compost and a dozen sturdy young antirrhinum plants. They are half hardy so they will stay out tonight but then I shall have to bring them in for a night or two until the temperature goes back up again.
Tomorrow is, of course, the 75th anniversary of the end of the Second World War in Europe. My first husband was on the Death Railway in Thailand and my mother in law used to say how horrified they were at the celebrations when two of her sons were still prisoners of the Japanese. But I was thirteen at the time and remember the day well (and the American soldiers with their nylons and their chocolate - my mother issued stern warnings I remember). I have very mixed feelings about the celebrations -maybe it is not a good idea to glorify war in this way. I would be interested to hear what others feel about this. But I did watch a half hour programme on Dame Vera Lynn this evening - about her childhood and then her professional career. She went out to Burma to sing to the troops in an area where it was very dangerous. She is now 103 and chatted away just as she always has done - her faculties seemed in no way to be diminished. Amazing.