I have not written this blog for over a month, and I expect I am doing it into nothingness as everyone will have given upon me, but I went to such a heartwarming event last night that I felt I had to write something down. The Syrians celebrate Mothers Day on 21st March as a national event. Daughter J and family have been involved in fund raising for the refugees in Brighton and we were invited to the party. There were masses of children in their best sparkly clothes, adults too, (the Syrians do like sparkly) I felt a bit underdressed. There was amazing live music,dancing and tasty food. It was a great party. I was so glad to be there and see how well they were coping with the difficulties and sadness in their lives There were many Brighton people there too also who had taken refugees into their homes and and it was working out really well. I wish I could, but no one under fifty five can stay in the old folks complex where I live.
Ditchling has been celebrating the hundredth birthday of its oldest famous resident this week, Vera Lynn. She and her daughter Virginia live just up the road from me -in fact I used to go to Virginia for a foot massage, so I was particularly interested in all the shenanigans. I loved the programme on TV last Saturday with dear Vera looking very sprightly and enjoying life. She really is a splendid woman, going off to Burma and dangerous places to sing to `her boys` . And the songs, though sentimental do speak to the heart.
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Dear brother P is just about to celebrate his ninetieth birthday, and that will be the next celebration, we are all getting so blooming OLD.