Sad days

I’ve been feeling a little low today, no particular reason; just sad and wistful. Rudyard Kipling’s Chant-Pagan has been rattling round in my head. Maybe I’m sickening for something. Maybe it’s just the scent of blossom that sometimes sneaks past all the noise and diesel fumes of the streets. Catches you off guard, taking you to a place you once knew and loved.

Not that I was ever a squaddie in Kitcheners Army, just that I find myself looking back to a time and place when life felt more free. Mauvais temps, mauvais chance, n’est-ce pas?