I'm disappointed, but not surprised that the Political Pygmies (apologies to any pygmies reading this) have been playing their games at the Tower of London. What should be just a fleeting memorial to the casualties of the Great War, has been seized on by politicians of all colours to gain an extra point in the popularity polls. The poppies took several months to install, and will take several weeks to dismantle (my turn for picking is this weekend, after planting back in August), so there was never any question that they would magically disappear over night. Sometimes. No not sometimes, usually, politicians make me want to wretch.
The title of this post is rather a poor joke reflecting that today is Remembrance Day, and actually refers to our current distraction. We are having building work done. It started in October and will continue until April, at least. They've done the demolition, and if drilling piles down ten metres can be considered progress, we are already into the construction phase. But the back garden does still resemble the Somme.
