When I left my friend's yesterday I walked down the village street to get to the bus stop. On the way I saw a tray of apples from someone's garden, and a sign inviting people to help themselves. I took two of them. They looked old-fashioned, and quite unlike anything one finds in the shops. At the bus stop I looked up and saw a crow harassing a kestrel. It went on for ages, and I wanted the kestrel to turn round and sort the crow out. Eventually they both flew off in different directions.
When I got home I did the carpet again, then cooked and ate. Afterwards I watched episodes 11-14 of The Great War. It was very interesting but I was depressed that my great granddad had served in both Beaumont-Hamel and Guillemont. Those battles were horrific. I turned in at about ten.
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