Today we tidied up the garden in preparation for winter. It was pretty warm all weekend but it must get colder soon. We made and ate chocolate brownies. I finished packing up some swaps to take to the Post Office tomorrow. I throughly depressed myself by watching My Boy Jack, which was all about Rudyard Kiplings son who died in the First World War. It reminded me of my great uncle who died. He was Private Alfred Mansel Young, South Wales Borderers. Died Monday 24h July 1916, age 21, and has no known grave.
He is standing at the back on the left, along with two unknown friends.
I took today off to do boring stuff, such as write an essay (‘analyse the impact of lesbian history on women’s history’ before you ask). Stuff that requires thought and concentration. However that can wait until tomorrow. Instead I did fun stuff – met the better half for lunch, went to see Americans in Paris at the 
