It is seventy-seven years today since the outbreak of the Second World War. I remember the day vividly - after the eleven o'clock announcement by Neville Chamberlain on what was then called the 'Home Service' on the radio, almost everyone is our village went out and stood at their gate. I just remember this silence, and all the villagers, and this feeling (I was six) that something momentous had just happened. Now of course less and less people remember it.
Here in our village today it was the first Coffee morning of the Autumn, after the summer break. Unfortunately this coincided with an absolute downpour so that turnout was lower than usual. But it was still a lovely occasion - the one time in the month when I see many of the villagers and enjoy a chat. Now, at three o'clock in the afternoon, it is still pouring with rain. It will make the grass grow and as the farmer is just about to begin second cut silaging and hot weather is forecast for the forthcoming week, the rain has just come at the right time.
When I got home from the Coffee Morning this lunch time I could not find my handbag so had to turn the car around and go back and there it was, exactly where I had left it, on the table where I had been sitting with a group of friends. But I needn't have been worried - as I joked with one of the organisers - nobody would steal a handbag at a Coffee Morning organised by the Church would they?