They Shall Not Grow Old

Up fairly early, and left Lorraine to snooze after bringing her tea. Trace up shortly followed by Lorraine. Pleased to see they got on well right away. We sat chatting in the kitchen, then immediately after 11am, which Lorraine wanted to mark in silence, we made off down into Kensington Gardens to a cafe called Iydea, for a rather delicious vegetarian breakfast (Trace had a vegan one) and we discussed all manner of subjects including the idea (or should that be the iydea) of vegan cheese as Trace has a hankering to own a vegan cheese shop. This followed by a spot of looking in shops, and then we walked Trace up to Brighton station, had a final cup of tea there  and said fond farewells. Lorraine really liked Tracey, which was nice.

Sauntered home through the park, and then I read a Robert Aickman story, and had a Sunday afternoon snooze on the gold sofa. Lorraine had some pesky work to be getting on with. I cooked for us. In the evening was a remarkable film on TV by Peter Jackson, which was colourised and repaired film from World War One, with recordings of the voices of the chaps who were there. It was called They Shall Not Grow Old, and it was rather brilliant. At the end the film talks about how the veterans returned home, and nobody much wanted to hear about what had happened. I can easily imagine this.

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