Monument

Well, I did drag myself down to the Hearts (pronounced Hertz) Remembrance Sunday service, stung as I was on Wednesday by Maiters saying, "going down on Sunday, James?"
Absolutely says I. Not seen you there says he. I always go, says I, before weakly correcting myself. "Usually". So obviously having duly turned up, I was gratified to bump into him.
I could have blipped the poppy wreaths, but there's a dark side to all this war stuff too, dontcha know. Get that. And which only snapseed can reveal of course.