Oh, crap

It seems my radio alarm clock has died. Set the alarm last night for 9:30am to make sure I got up in time to have a shower before I went off to the island’s cenotaph to support my veteran (and pool playing) neighbour Pat at the Remembrance Day ceremony. I woke up, without the assistance of an alarm at 11:45. Fortunately Pat’s granddaughter was coming for the weekend, so hopefully he didn’t miss me.

Now I’ve had a shower and have less than an hour before I have to leave for this afternoon’s rehearsal. Purchasing a new clock radio is now a very high priority, as, left to my own devises I will always sleep the morning away. Why don’t you use the alarm on your mobile phone, I hear you ask. Because I live in a cellular black hole on the island and don’t have a mobile. You can’t be serious, I hear you say. How can you live without a mobile? Quite easily, as it turns out. (Although it would be useful to have one until I get this alarm clock sorted out.)

With no time in which to write anything and nothing about which I have any particular urge to write, I will instead leave you with this to commemorate the 100^th anniversary of the end of the so-called War To End All Wars. (The irony of this name requires no comment.)