What a weekend

The weekend was spent in Oxford (shire) with the Dame, Oh dear you know that when we are together it spells trouble.

I knew it was going to go down hill as rapidly as the Ice Cold Guninness started to go down.

So in a nut shell.

1. Drank a lot
2. broke the shower
3. drank some more
4. Had Mountgay rum
5.Met some strange locals
6. Passed out whilst watching Patriot Games

So woke up yesterday morning just after 5.30am and made coffee for The Dame and I.

We had breakfast with a wonderful American academic who was doing research at The Bodlean Library and was really a wonderful man and great fun to boot.He was fascinated with the English and their preoccupation with weather. Holy moly he should meet Kiki, Tzarina Katerina, she could bore him to oblivion and back about the weather.
Mainly because it means that if she mentions weather SOMEONE will speak to her.


Then we set off to the Memorial Service which was the reason for the wild weekend away.

Arriving at the tiny church in Toot Baldon we noticed that instead of the tiny trickle of people as in previous years, there were soooo many people milling around..

We went into church and met Ed who is one of the children  of an airman and was born after the crash.
We squeezed into a pew and the Dame started talking to an ex RAF parachute instructor who was originally from the icy wastes of the  North.

The service was not one of the best we have been to and seeing as it was marking 50 years I would have thought it would have been  of better quality.

We exited the church in time to see a Hercules C130 ( short modal) flying over in respect of the airmen. Tears were welling up in my eyes I can tell you.

The RAF Falcons parachute team were at 2pm doing a jump, however they were as we were in Church doing the same jump over the British Grand Prix at Silverstone.

We headed to the community centre for lunch. Having had something to munch Didi and I headed out to go out to the village green and meet Simon and his wife and children. Simon being another child born after his father was killed.

I went to get into the car and turned to glance into the open door of the minibus parked up beside us.....................................OK only I could come face to face with one of the parachute instructors, who had been having lunch resplendent in his RAF uniform, naked !!!!
Yes he was getting changed in the minibus with the door open.
I think I glanced momentarily, although I can tell  you he had well developed muscles in his arms, chest, abs and thighs. he also had a tribal tattoo on his arm and chest and he was over 6ft with blonde hair,see I only had a quick glance!!!!  Honestly!!!

This caused much hilarity with the other instructors who were polishing shoes and sitting around doing nothing.

It is something that I will remember to my dying day.
then we drove home and I went to bed....................well the day was rather uneventful after that!