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Working today, but my ex-RAF boss and I stood inside the closed shop, door locked, lights off, head bowed until 11.02. Pleased to say the street was deserted and no pedestrians in sight.
Until an Asian taxi driver drove down the street beeping his horn. Can only assume it was a protest about the current war. I (silently) wished his loved ones to die unmourned, unremembered and disrepected, but I'm not a nice person.
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