Sophie digs a hole. I go to the barn, get a spade and fill it in. An hour later Sophie re digs it. This time it's in a slightly different place and noticeably deeper. Angus mutters something immoderate while he fills it in for a second time. The little angels are then banished to the upstairs kitchen where they can do least damage.
50 years since President Kennedy was assassinated. Another of those '' where were you when ? " anniversaries. The memories of an eight year old. A young American exchange teacher silently weeping when he heard the news. ( Memorable because it was unheard of for male role models to show emotion in that decidedly pre-modern age ). Newspapers edged in black. Solemn music replacing the scheduled radio programmes. The headmaster calling us all together and quoting the line 'From this day to the ending of the world ...it shall be remembered '.