Here's a Peace rose for Anzac Day.
And here's my poppy vase with rosemary to remember and olive branches for peace.
Anzac Day always makes me sad. I found out last year that my great great Uncle Tom (5th Light Horse, 2nd reinforcements) fought at Gallipoli and afterwards in the Middle East. He was court martialled and sent to prison for 90 days for forging documents to obtain 2 cases of whiskey towards the end of the war. Naughty. I wish the transcript of the trial was digitised so I could have a good read of it. His little brother Len fought on the western front and was wounded and had his leg amputated. After the war Tom was Len's best man at his wedding in Toowoomba.
Sometimes they make cameo appearances in my dreams.
I wish so much I could have known them.
I wanted to make The Queen something nice for her 90th Birthday lunch and decided on sand crab pasta:
And a chocolate fudge cake
Decorated with garden roses:
Luffed her birthday outfits.
After the hell of this 2 hour traffic jam ( but at least I was with my favourite people on the planet)
we made it to Noosa.
In Tv news I'm watching the brilliant Band of Brothers (for the millionth times) and marvelling that anyone survives war.
I saw the last episode of The Night Manager and I'm sad it's over. Sure it beggared belief and was unrealistic but I didn't mind one single bit.
And in thrilling news I watched the latest episode of Game of Thrones this morning.
So many interesting developments. Esp with Brienne, Sansa, Reek/Theon, Danny and The Red Witch.