A Banksy to go on the market for the NHS . It should sell for a couple of million pounds. The original he donated to Southampton Hospital, and they will keep a replicate copy of it. He is a social observer that through his art brings to light current issues. Love to see him tackle the nonsense that is going through the press at the moment at the terrible lives rich royals lead!
Yesterday Rachel came with two bunches of tulips, M&S best, she must have been shopping in York. I do so envy people who go out and face the pandemic. It was my reward for informing them of the sheep in the grave yard. They had meant to put post and rail up on this part of the field but had been stopped by the sad case of the young boy who had hung himself, as the fencing would have been at the back of the shed where it happened. I write this not to just get words on the paper but for the detail such as a sad death has on a community. They are a closed group the little colony that lives round the pub and yet there is sadness at this loss of life. A headstone went up recently with words that were both beautiful and uplifting, and last week many roses were brought to the grave by family, their remembrance sweet and touching. I see all this because Aaron's grave is just outside the side window. He is not forgotten.
So in the drizzle yesterday Lucy and I walked round the churchyard, to see if the sheep had eaten any daffodils, they had not of course, I spied the little bank of primroses spreading, and primroses being very promiscuous there was also pink and white primroses. The small, once fashionable, Tete a Tete holds sway on newer graves, whereas the older larger daffodils elsewhere.
|the spots are rain not tears;)|
Thinking about blogs this morning, I would like to see a couple of changes. We are very good at sarcasm and irony in this country, but our words may on the surface look rude and offensive, well I would like to see these words outlined in a different way in the text.