Lest we forget

It's no secret I love Anzac Day. I love paying tribute to the brave men and women who fought for what we enjoy today. I love seeing them march so proud with chests holding their shiny medals. I love saying thank you. And I never miss an Anzac Parade.

So a few years ago Mike was asked by a very small town a little bit away from here to play at their Anzac Parade. What a treat. The handful of returned veterans marched so proudly and I swear the whole town turned out to see it. That was about 4 years ago and we've gone to Penshurst every year since.

After the laying of the wreaths in the centre of town, Mike marched everyone back to the hall to the tune of Waltzing Matilda. Yes, played on bagpipes.

How proud I was of him today. Last night when he was having a bit of a practice here at home, I said to him "hey how about Waltzing Matilda on the march" and he said he'd never played it before. Mike can play by ear so he sang it a few times in his head, and it went from his head to his fingers and he played it, note perfect. It went down a treat today.

Now a week ago I mentioned the P word ! PUPPIES! And I did promise some photos. Here's a darling little one with a very proud mother as well. So small they hadn't even opened their eyes yet. Honestly, this would melt even the hardest heart, wouldn't it? A little vision like this would halt you in your tracks, have you making the silliest cooing noises, this little darling surely would have the power to stop wars, make everything all over the world right again. Okay, so that's in my fantasy world, but here for your very clucky viewing.

I dare you to not look at the second photo and not go ... ahhhhhhh!

You did it, didn't you? You went ahhhhh!