Spending your dash

A cold, damp and miserable day, so our morning walk was somewhat curtailed. To make up for it, I took the woofer out again briefly after lunch so in the end, with the usual mid evening stroll,  it was a three short walk day. Only other event of the day being that Gareth, Maddy and William all came for dinner. 

Bro came back around midnight to sleep in my spare room. The burglar alarm next door (empty flat for sale) had been set off, again. The police were disinterested - said it was a council matter.  Makes you wonder what's the point of having a burglar alarm. So, as he has to get up at 6.30, best to zzzz here.

The bench in today's pic is on the village green. Looking at how the dates are written, I am reminded of a poem I recently came across -  "The Dash" by Linda Ellis - of which the following lines are taken: 

For that dash represents all the time
that they spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved them
know what that little line is worth.
 
For it matters not, how much we own --
the cars...the house...the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.. 

You can read it all here or listen/watch the poet read it here.