Hugh would be proud. Saturday pudding was another leftover affair. Chocolate and banana ice cream (made with bananas that were brown and spotty and quite horrid to eat as a banana - but mighty fine in ice cream), some leftover (home made, she adds virtuously!) chocolate sauce, palmier butterflies (puff pastry trimmings from another pud), and in season English strawberries. It was clean dishes all round chez Stash Basket!
It seems almost flippant to talk about eldest son's trip now and I don't want to appear morbid, but I shall just tell you very briefly that he enjoyed the whole experience. I wonder if 'enjoyed' is the right word. He went to France to the Battlefields of the First World War and came back with a great many pictures - I shall just show you this one, my favourite of the whole lot.
I cried looking at the photos. Such a waste. So many young lives snuffed out. It affected him too. He had not wanted to go on this trip, but both Mr Stressy and I insisted that he should go.
It shocked him to see graves of soldiers who died at the same age he is now - remember that naive certainty that you're immortal? He even found the name of a soldier whose body had never been found with the same name as him. He has grown up a lot in the last 2 days.
I really do strongly believe that this sort of trip should be compulsory. But I also fully recognise that it is not a cheap trip. I also fully recognise that no way could I ever go there - I would cry all the time and would be a complete and utter wreck.
Suffice to say, Lest We Forget.