Mornings with PONs are rarely quiet. Today is no exception. Sophie makes it plain to Bob that a pre-breakfast game of 'savage my sister' is not on the cards.
The mayor shows up at the front gate. '' Can I borrow your ladder ? I have to put the flags on the war memorial ". Angus watches while the mayor clambers up and arranges the tricolore for the Armistice Day ceremony. The old linen flags have been replaced by very lustrous nylon ones. Try as he might the mayor can't get the shield to hang straight. It leans slightly to the left. Two chrysanthemum plants are placed on the plinth.
Sophie stands on her hind legs observing events from The Rickety Old Farmhouses front gate. She yelps with frustration that things are being done without her involvement.
In an old family diary the surprising discovery that on November 11th 1918 the crowds in George Street, Edinburgh marked the Armistice by singing the doxology. A spontaneous response to the kirk bells signalling the end of carnage. As the streets were filled with kilted Canadian, New Zealand and Scottish troops I'd assumed that the 11th hour would have been met with a riot of debauchery. Interesting that everyone knew the words. What would people sing today ? Difficult to find the doxology on You Tube but here's a very descanty Benjamin Britten arrangement - a snippet kicks in at the 4.34 mark : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=34uo7bO3rQ4