People have said I am brave to have 16 eye injections but it is easy to be brave when there is no alternative. There have recently been what I call real instances of courage. The first on Remembrance Sunday when the Queen laid her wreath. She stood alone in front of the cenotaph with her head bent despite talk of an attempt on her life determined to do her duty. As she lead the Royal family back through the door of the Home Office (a door which I went through hundreds of times during the war) there was a spontaneous round of applause from the waiting crowd.
The second instance was the male nurse who was flown back from Africa to recover from Ebola. Having recovered he has returned to Africa although he does not know if he has immunity against the disease or. if so, for how long. That takes courage.
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Ramblings of a nonagenerian (vintage 1923). Grew up in Lambeth in the 20s and 30s. Lived and worked in London during World War II. I have been attempting to do the Telegraph Cryptic Crossword since 1939! (My daughter says I *have* to write this, but I am troubled as it sounds so conceited.) I bought my first computer aged 85 and am continually frustrated by the vagaries of the technological age.
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