no didn’t miss it just digested it - being medically orientated I found it mildly patronizing - anyway to continue - I last time I was cheered up it was over a 12 foot wall and a painful experience on landing!
Jem Had a good laugh at your post on ‘what we were like’ especially ‘Juicy Lucy’. 
Only heard that used once before which at the time cleared up a mystery of why one or two girls always seemed to attract so many lads…and although the lads would hang out…or rather hang on if you get my drift, non stayed long with them.
You could write on a postage stamp what we knew about the birds and the bees back then 
Robert dear scribbler, as we know words like music if read and given the chance have the ability to recall for the reader or listener forgotten moments. 
Staccato always reminds me of our stiletto heels tap tapping out on pavements…very loud and quick if alone in the dark and it was a bit scary. During the day the sound was more legato being muted by daily noises
There are many poignant contribtions to Remembrance Day. Mine is a simple one.
A stretcher.
Dotted around London there is still old fencing whose shape gives away it’s original purpose. Used by the brave ARP to carry the wounded and dead. once the war ended the stretchers were used to replace railngs that had been removed to help the war effort.
There is a society doing their best to preserve these reminders
Solo, some girls were competent at performing Glissandos on the sliding whistle, funny though, the same were never keen on learning the rudiments of music.
I met her in a club down in North Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola
C-O-L-A cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her name and in a dark brown voice she said, “Lola”
L-O-L-A Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Well, I’m not the world’s most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Well, I’m not dumb but I can’t understand
Why she walk like a woman and talk like a man
Oh my Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Well, we drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
And said, “Little boy won’t you come home with me?”
Well, I’m not the world’s most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes
Well, I almost fell for my Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Lola lo lo lo lo Lola lo lo lo lo Lola
I pushed her away, I walked to the door
I fell to the floor, I got down on my knees
I looked at her, and she at me
Well that’s the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls
It’s a mixed-up, muddled-up, shook-up world
Except for Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Well I left home just a week before
And I’ve never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said, “Little boy, gonna make you a man”
Well I’m not the world’s most masculine man
But I know what I am and I’m glad I’m a man
And so is Lola
Holly came from Miami F. L.A.
Hitched-hiked her way across the USA………………
Interesting conversation over lunch today with my brother and sister and their spouses.
When I am with them I am transported back to my childhood and tend to view the old days with rose-tinted glasses.
I caught a reflection of us in a nearby mirror & was taken aback to see three white-haired seventy somethings peering back at me. My siblings and I had suddenly become quite old.
Our grandfather, another Robert was the topic of conversation during lunch, very much so because of the 100th anniversary of the Armistice.
From one Sissy to another, is it time to get frightened?
Behave Spitty you are not scared. X
I too like many listened to the armistice ‘show’ mainly by radio but half way through the morn I became sick of the stories of carnage and pain and men being court martialled for failing in their duties due to extreme 'PTSD" what a pointless exercise
You are right, there is a renaissance going on. X
Gummy, I am like a stuck record, some folks embrace a ruck, others are there because of ruckless events, which deserves sympathy, if any?
Hitler had to be stopped somehow but along the way we missed many of the ‘hows’ and opportunities due to incompetent govt ministers!
see my above comments - yes there are rucks and there are rucks - I prefer a good feck myself being a feckless kind!
You have to hope that admitting stupendous stupidity, will make things move forward, but, if chaos is removed from the equation, serenity will invade and cause re-evaluation.