Waiting for first pupil of the day, while watching the Remembrance ceremonies. Yes, I do think we shouldn't forget. In a way, I am in the world because of WWII; it didn't kill my dad but it did scar his soul badly. But I perhaps shouldn't dwell on that train of thought.
Outside, the line of Australians in day-glo tights and fancy dress queuing to go to Church is unusually small. Just a few dozen people, mostly with back-packs. I need more coffee; pupil is late..