Way to kill a thread!
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Way to kill a thread!
There’s a good sunbathing video on his insta story today.
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There is! Great tits on show!
Matty has just announced his mother is recovering from Covid and the family are on lockdown. Wishing his mother a very speedy recovery and everything crossed he and the rest of his family aren't affected.
Love the natural Matty. Such a fantastic body and fur
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From my blog today....
Today marks the seventy fifth anniversary of the ending of the Second World War in Europe, not a complete end as victory in Japan had to wait a further three months, but a decisive line in the sand nevertheless. For reasons which only two months ago could not have been foreseen, many of us cannot celebrate today in the way that we would like or have chosen. There will be no big services, bellringing, street parties or public entertainments of the type originally envisaged. Every man, woman and child must celebrate under their own vine and their own fig tree. That is how it must be whilst we face the unseen and potentially deadly enemy of Covid-19. Yet celebrate, reflect and remember we can and, indeed, must.
As a child of the Sixties, born some eighteen years after VE day, I am not of an age to have any war memories of my own. Growing up in the Nineteen Seventies, to me the Second World War could easily have happened in another century. Yet to my parents and surviving grandparents it was a very recent memory, something that happened the day before yesterday. Of course, context is everything. During the Nineteen Seventies the darkest days of World War II were no further distant than the Nineteen Nineties are from us today. I have vivid childhood memories of being told about the war by my parents and grandmothers. There were the bombs, particularly the one which shattered the gentle tranquillity of our quiet little market town one Friday lunchtime in March 1941. Then there were the shortages, rationing and labour restrictions. My father once said it wasn’t uncommon for local shops to close at two or three in an afternoon because they had run out of stock for that day. I was told of the brave men, many of them only in their late teens or early twenties, who gave their tomorrow that we might have our today. Not, of course, forgetting those civilians who had their lives taken from them as they slept in bed or went about their ordinary everyday business.
My father was a navigator with the Royal Air Force and, when he turned eighteen in 1942, was summoned to the RAF college at Cranwell for his initial training. All things are relative and I believe that in terms of his postings, he had a relatively good war. His last was in the heat of Egypt and, upon demobilisation in 1946, he returned to England just in time for a particularly cold winter. Not everyone was so lucky though. I remember my father recounting the chilling, matter-of-fact way, in which the deaths of old boys, some of whom he knew well, were announced during grammar school assemblies. There was no counselling or specialist support either. My mother’s contribution to the war effort involved leaving school at thirteen and a half to help her ailing father out in the family business. She kept her gas mask and couple of old ration books which were donated at the end of her life to a local history archive. Then there were the evacuees who my grandparents welcomed into their home but there was nothing unusual about that. It was something a lot of country people had to do.
For those of us who didn’t live through the war, we can barely imagine what it must have been like. It was an extraordinary time, far worse on all counts than the temporary restrictions on our freedom with which we must cope in here and now.
Much ink has been spilt on the causes and history of World War II, not a little of it by the wartime Prime Minister, Sir Winston Churchill. However, as a non-expert in the subject I think wars can be divided into broadly two categories – those that are avoidable and those that aren’t. For what it’s worth, I think World War II was regrettably unavoidable and I say this for two reasons. Firstly, an evil, twisted, regime with a perverted ideology had to be defeated. The need for Holocaust Memorial Day and the crumbling remains of Auschwitz bear witness to just how bad it was. Secondly, Britain had made a solemn undertaking to Poland which it had to honour. Reneging on that undertaking would have instantly destroyed our good name as a country of courage, honour and basic integrity. What goes round comes round and, when our hour of need came as it assuredly would have done, we would have found ourselves without a friend in Europe. Thus, we found ourselves having to fight a war which, in truth, nobody really wanted but which was also unavoidable.
War may be unavoidable in some circumstances but that isn’t an argument against doing all in our power to prevent it and promote peace. By its very nature war is the worst possible way to resolve international disputes as it destroys lives, families, businesses, causes incalculable disruption and untold economic harm. Assuming it were fought along conventional and not nuclear lines, could we fight and win another world war? I don’t know and I hope we don’t get to find out. It would certainly be more difficult, not least of all given the difficulty of guarding sensitive planning information and intelligence effectively in a world of internet connections and mobile phones. What we can do is recognise that the seeds which given rise to conflict are sown in the human heart. It is for us to recognise them and root them out. Today we can give thanks for the ending of World War II in Europe and for the seventy-five years of relative peace that we’ve enjoyed since. At the same time, we must be vigilant and on our guard. If the Covid-19 pandemic has taught us anything it is how, in the twinkling of an eye, normal life and the freedoms we all take for granted can be snatched from us.
Today marks the seventy fifth anniversary of the ending of the Second World War in Europe, not a complete end as victory in Japan had to wait a further three months, but a decisive line in the sand nevertheless. For reasons which only two months ago could not have been foreseen, many of us cannot celebrate today in the way that we would like or have chosen. There will be no big services, bellringing, street parties or public entertainments of the type originally envisaged. Every man, woman and child must celebrate under their own vine and their own fig tree. That is how it must be whilst we face the unseen and potentially deadly enemy of Covid-19. Yet celebrate, reflect and remember we can and, indeed, must.
As a child of the Sixties, born some eighteen years after VE day, I am not of an age to have any war memories of my own. Growing up in the Nineteen Seventies, to me the Second World War could easily have happened in another century. Yet to my parents and surviving grandparents it was a very recent memory, something that happened the day before yesterday. Of course, context is everything. During the Nineteen Seventies the darkest days of World War II were no further distant than the Nineteen Nineties are from us today. I have vivid childhood memories of being told about the war by my parents and grandmothers. There were the bombs, particularly the one which shattered the gentle tranquillity of our quiet little market town one Friday lunchtime in March 1941. Then there were the shortages, rationing and labour restrictions. My father once said it wasn’t uncommon for local shops to close at two or three in an afternoon because they had run out of stock for that day. I was told of the brave men, many of them only in their late teens or early twenties, who gave their tomorrow that we might have our today. Not, of course, forgetting those civilians who had their lives taken from them as they slept in bed or went about their ordinary everyday business.
My father was a navigator with the Royal Air Force and, when he turned eighteen in 1942, was summoned to the RAF college at Cranwell for his initial training. All things are relative and I believe that in terms of his postings, he had a relatively good war. His last was in the heat of Egypt and, upon demobilisation in 1946, he returned to England just in time for a particularly cold winter. Not everyone was so lucky though. I remember my father recounting the chilling, matter-of-fact way, in which the deaths of old boys, some of whom he knew well, were announced during grammar school assemblies. There was no counselling or specialist support either. My mother’s contribution to the war effort involved leaving school at thirteen and a half to help her ailing father out in the family business. She kept her gas mask and couple of old ration books which were donated at the end of her life to a local history archive. Then there were the evacuees who my grandparents welcomed into their home but there was nothing unusual about that. It was something a lot of country people had to do.
For those of us who didn’t live through the war, we can barely imagine what it must have been like. It was an extraordinary time, far worse on all counts than the temporary restrictions on our freedom with which we must cope in here and now.
Much ink has been spilt on the causes and history of World War II, not a little of it by the wartime Prime Minister, Sir Winston Churchill. However, as a non-expert in the subject I think wars can be divided into broadly two categories – those that are avoidable and those that aren’t. For what it’s worth, I think World War II was regrettably unavoidable and I say this for two reasons. Firstly, an evil, twisted, regime with a perverted ideology had to be defeated. The need for Holocaust Memorial Day and the crumbling remains of Auschwitz bear witness to just how bad it was. Secondly, Britain had made a solemn undertaking to Poland which it had to honour. Reneging on that undertaking would have instantly destroyed our good name as a country of courage, honour and basic integrity. What goes round comes round and, when our hour of need came as it assuredly would have done, we would have found ourselves without a friend in Europe. Thus, we found ourselves having to fight a war which, in truth, nobody really wanted but which was also unavoidable.
War may be unavoidable in some circumstances but that isn’t an argument against doing all in our power to prevent it and promote peace. By its very nature war is the worst possible way to resolve international disputes as it destroys lives, families, businesses, causes incalculable disruption and untold economic harm. Assuming it were fought along conventional and not nuclear lines, could we fight and win another world war? I don’t know and I hope we don’t get to find out. It would certainly be more difficult, not least of all given the difficulty of guarding sensitive planning information and intelligence effectively in a world of internet connections and mobile phones. What we can do is recognise that the seeds which given rise to conflict are sown in the human heart. It is for us to recognise them and root them out. Today we can give thanks for the ending of World War II in Europe and for the seventy-five years of relative peace that we’ve enjoyed since. At the same time, we must be vigilant and on our guard. If the Covid-19 pandemic has taught us anything it is how, in the twinkling of an eye, normal life and the freedoms we all take for granted can be snatched from us.
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Goodness bet Tom was very pleased
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He seems like such a sweetheart
i bet Tom’s wank-bank is overflowing. The things he must have seen in those changing roomsGoodness bet Tom was very pleased
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Imagine if Dan Osborne did same
Would love to see Dan destroying Tom.
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