Hair Today

A minky day - and a dull, dreich one at that. But we got out to view the sea and bused along to the soft play area at Ocean Terminal where she happily played away in their pretend shop. And then, as she was promised, a bit of late afternoon TV.

The world still awaits a possible ground invasion of Gaza while the Israelis continue with air strikes against “Hamas” targets, which needless to say aren’t clean and surgical, as if they ever are anywhere. And the IDF release uncut footage of the Hamas attack on the 7th to journalists which sounds horrendous, presumably to make the point that these people actually delighted in mass murder.

That got me looking at my Dad’s wartime reminiscences. I see trouble ahead...


"At this time [mid-1940: he was in Haifa] there had been no fighting in the Middle East at all. Only local skirmishes had to be dealt with, and since it was a British Protectorate, this was mostly done by the Palestinian Police. As the war in Europe increased, hundreds and hundreds of Jews were landing all along the beaches - not in the harbours off large boats - but in little boats that drove right up on to the sand. The occupants, men, women and children would vanish quick as they could into the hinterland. Of course, they tried to settle on land belonging to the native Arabs, and sporadic fighting took place - too much for the police alone. I was not involved in this."