Anyway, today I am all behind like a donkey's tail, as my old granny would have said. Or did she say like a donkey's gallop? Maybe that was my other granny. Either way, I slept more soundly last night than I have for quite a while. I did wake once to hear rain lashing against the window but as I have found nobody else who heard it, I have to wonder if I dreamt it.
[Did you know that dreamt is the only word in the English language ending in the letters MT?]
For some reason, not only did I sleep more soundly but I also slept longer. I suppose the extra couple of glasses of wine yesterday evening might have contributed, but I somehow doubt that. So today is likely to be a Lions day. I will make a start on the minutes of last night's meeting. That was where I had the extra glasses as I wasn't driving. (We have a licensed bar at our meeting room.) I just hope I made enough notes during the meeting! This should be the last meeting with me as minute secretary. I have done the job for two years and it's someone else's turn now.
I must also make a start on the July issue of Jungle Jottings. I have been producing that for eight years now but am happy to keep on for a bit longer.
Then I have four dozen Message in a Bottle bottles to deliver to a local community nurse. If you don't know of the Message in a Bottle scheme, you can go to the Brighton Lions Club web site, click on the "Our Projects" link, then "Service Projects" then "Message in a Bottle".
The weather having been kind for the last couple of days, I walked across the fields beside Upper Lodge Wood in the afternoon a day or so back. When I go that way I always look across to the west at the Chattri. Standing high on the South Downs behind Brighton, this is the site of the funeral pyres of some of the Indian soldiers who died in Brighton of wounds sustained on the western front during the First World War. I reflect that those men, nearly a hundred years ago now, travelled thousands of miles only to die as a result of the senseless slaughter of the trenches.