4th July

I was out and about this morning with Americans, celebrating their Independence from the tyranny of poor, daft, George III.      I suggested to Fr Clark - and being Anglo-American he is the only person I would say this to, and he agrees with me - that it might have been better if they had stuck with us a bit longer.  They would have won their independence anyway eventually, and in the meantime they might have learned a better way to govern, and developed a better taxation system because it is not as fair as ours, there are lots of complaints that the very wealthy don't pay their fair share.

I told Cecil I would ride in the parade with them, but I wasn't up and doing in time, so I went straight to the Veterans' Park where they had a little service.

I got to the park just as the parade was going past.

This picture mystifies me. Four of them have rifles.  One is saluting, and I can't fathom the body language of the guy in the middle, just standing there.  Perhaps he was supposed to have a rifle, and didn't bring it, or something.

Cecil.   Louise was there somewhere but she usually tucks herself away when he is holding court.  He is on the committee responsible for the Veterans Memorial in the park.

You can see how they respect and honour their veterans, and I do admire that.

The rest of the day I spent at home,  and started my new needlework project.  Bubbles has gone AWOL this evening.  I stepped out on the porch when the fireworks first began, and she followed me out but didn't come back in with me, I'm berating myself for not picking her up and taking her back in, because the fireworks later became very noisy, and close to us, the house opposite were letting them off.   I think she must have freaked out, and run off somewhere, because it is now well past midnight and there is no sign of her.

 It doesn't look as if it is getting cooler any time soon.