Poppies, Peace & Poplar

This week we talked about bonfire night and firework displays. We made chocolate covered apples with sprinkles. We talked about the statue of an angel that stands in our local Poplar Park where 16 young children lost their lives in the first ever daylight air raid in 1917. We talked about the poppy being a symbol, even in Ancient Greece, of life, death and rebirth - able to lie dormant in the ground for years and burst into life like in Normandy. We talked about the different types and colours of poppies and the meanings in recent times of remberance, peace and 'never again'. We talked about how sad it is to lose people like a grand parent, mum or uncle. We made different colour poppies with hearts for petals to show our love for those we have lost. 

Jon in the Club Office

Those who think that Jon is away in India should think again. Here he is sitting at his desk today. I don't know why he has his hood on indoors or why he likes to wear marigolds at the computer but each to their own.

Me, Sue and Tara have had a scare or two when we have entered the office and seen him there when we didn't expect to seem him - he is supposed to be in India you know.

Oh well looks like Craig's plans to take his chair while he's gone aren't going to come to fruition!

Jarrow March 2011

Young People starting out from Temple
on the last leg of the 2011 Jarrow March

The more seasoned Hetty Bower (106 years old) marched
75 years after she welcomed the original Jarrow marches to London 75 years before

The granddaughter of an original Jarrow marcher.

That is it - Youth Demand a Future

All the Jarrow 2011 marchers at the end point in Trafalgar Square after 400 miles!

Southampton

After work today I got the 5pm train from Waterloo to Southampton, arrived around 6.20pm, walked in the misty rain in my flipflops and T Shirt (I had an umbrella in my bag) into town. Picked up my camera from a shop I had lost it in two months before. Walked back to the train station. Got the 7.30 train back to London. I arrived back home again about 9.30pm.

It was well worth it - I got my camera back and nearly four hours study! Sometimes I am jealous of commuters - they have so much reading time. I couldn't read the back of a cereal packet in the time it takes me to get to work- and it's probably not recommended if lamposts, pot holes and traffic are to be avoided!