Yeah That Was a Bit Depressing.

Tonight (15/8) we have had our first traditional, family, Sunday night dinner since our cat died. If you were familiar with our cat you would remember him simply as a very food orientated killing device. As such much of the entertainment of our traditional family dinners involved foiling his various cunning schemes to try and steal our food. His passing has left a large hole in that tradition.

To make matters worse today is also the 55th anniversary of "VJ Day" when Japan surrendered to the allies marking the end of the second world war. This year Britain has made a special effort to remember all those veterans who fought on, in brutal conditions, for many months after most people in Europe had declared the war over and forgotten about it. My grandfather not only fought in that part of the World during his time in the Royal Marines. In his time in the Royal Military Police (the Redcaps) he was part of Lord Mountbatten's security detail when Mountbatten accepted the Japanese surrender. Of course you won't find much evidence of that because when the day came my grandfather was suddenly struck down ill meaning that some other mug had to take his place in the photographs.

Fortunately this didn't upset my grandmother any further because she knows nothing about this story and still can not understand why the only time she ever saw her husband cry was the day that Lord Mountbatten was assasinated by the IRA. However intelligent people should, by now be able to recognise the Brits trying to establish a narrative for the coming days.