Big Ben is being repaired, but they played a recording of the bongs at 11am this morning.
Hubby and I were in the car, but in previous years we have been in supermarkets, shopping malls, even just walking down the street, when people have stopped at this particular time on this particular day to stand in two minutes silence as a mark of respect.
We pulled over, and sat in the car with the windows open as the bongs rang out.
It was different here. No-one seemed bothered and went about their business as normal. Kids shouted across the road to each other, husbands waited for wives to join them outside the shops and continued on their way chatting all the while, friends greeted friends amid smiles and laughter.
For us, Two Minutes, out of One Day, once a Year.
For those who lost loved ones, Forever.
I bought our paper poppies a little while ago, and have worn mine on my jumper ever since. It’s a bit crumpled now, but together with Hubby’s, we will start a new bowl of poppies for the Dads alongside their candle.
I have no family stories to tell of the war
But I showed my respect today.
Perhaps everyone here will do so tomorrow at the variety of services being held locally as they will be throughout the country.
I hope so.
We should not forget.
Google image of the Tower of London Ceramic Poppies which marked the centenary of the First World War. It eventually included 888,246 ceramic poppies.