The View from the Hill on Wednesday 7th July

It started one year ago, and on that day it was raining - this morning it is overcast and the rain is on the way. Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose!

Actually much has changed over the last year but as the weather forecast clearly states for today, into every life some rain must fall.

Danny and Jake have left this mortal coil and the world kept spinning even though I wanted it to stop just for a little while so I could catch my breath. Miss you boys.

My own mortality still teases me through the good offices of doctors who prescribe new tablets and take my blood pressure and set me targets for weight loss.

We are sending our young men and women to fight a battle that cannot be won, they die and we count them brave whilst under our breath we mutter about the waste.

The Old Nazi still bugs me.

Faithful friends and readers have come and gone, a core indeed a solid core remain true to the end and my thanks to you for that.

I have made you laugh and cry and occasionally gip (Miss Twillets) and you have given me the ammo for some quite awful puns and sarcasm.

Today is just another day for most but for some it will be a hard day and to those of you who are making life changing decisions please remember it is better to make hard decisions than to live with the consequences of making none.

Throughout this year, in fact throughout the last 28 years, Mrs B has been there for me. We have shared some bloody awful times and we have shared some great times - she is the love of my life and I know I could not go on without her. Thank you Mrs B...63+

I thank you all for reading this eclectic collection, this melange of memory, this daily diatribe - and now the experiment ends - I did it.

But, dear reader, I cannot leave you completely and so I will from time to time post a blog and if you find the time to read it I will of course be grateful.

Have a great day, have a great year, have a great life. 0

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...this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.

Winston Churchill