Spare a thought for poor Mirinda. Today, in Doha, she was forced to enjoy a boat trip on the royal dhow, servant on hand to top up her coffee, a table set up chock full of Middle Eastern delights and a crew to sail her around the harbour. Then she had to wander the souk, not always, resisting the urge to spend money on strange Qatari goods. Add to that the awful temperate weather conditions (mid 20’s, light sea breeze, blue sky) and you can imagine what an awful time she’s having. There’s rumours of a camel ride later in the week.
Meanwhile, in Farnham, the sun shone all day! Clearly it’s the first rain free day for some time as the park was packed with people. It reminded me of a Beijing park…sans pollution, entrance fee and group Tai Chi.
Actually, it was the most crowded I’ve ever seen it. Lots of families, most walking dogs but not all, taking advantage of the all weather path. The poodles were kept very busy avoiding or confronting the many canines that walked passed us.
Most of the day I spent inside, fully engrossed in housework and general tidiness. And, of course, gradually catching up with the Archers.
Being Remembrance Sunday, I naturally tuned into BBC1 at 11 o’clock to watch the thing at the Cenotaph in London. Poor Prince Philip didn’t look at all well but he struggled out and saluted valiantly when the time came to lay his wreath.
I heard an interesting piece on the radio later in the day which compared the British and German soldiers of the First World War. Apparently both sides were fighting for ‘God, King/Kaiser and country’. Needless to say, there was a bit of confusion, given both Gods were of the same creed.
This confusion was, somewhat, echoed in the Philippines, which was devastated by the horrendous storm. In a report on the radio a poor, wretched woman was saying how they managed to escape their home and all fell to their knees praying to Jesus to save them. Given that God has dominion over the heavens and earth and does everything, surely asking for help from the cause of a calamity is a bit redundant.
I really wish they wouldn’t drag superstition into these major world events all the time. They were terrible, lots of people died and it’s all very, very sad. We shouldn’t forget that.
A guy on the radio asked the question “What do we remember on Remembrance Day?“
I figured that was easy. I remember the people who laid down their lives in order for us to enjoy the liberties and freedoms we have today. According to him, we should remember our faith.
He makes a good point, after all people have maintained their faith for millennia in order for their gods to protect them from the stupidity of war. Clearly that’s working really, really well.
Personally, rather than giving thanks to some unseen and impossible god, I just thank all of the people who saved us in war and all the people who immediately fly into weather affected areas to try and help people against seemingly impossible odds.
And for that reason, I shall stop what I’m doing today at 11 and remember them.