Saturday 25 April

Anzac Day. I don’t get this ANZAC Day thing. Soldiers from Australia and New Zealand sail halfway across the world to Turkey to shoot at Turkish people in Turkey who have never done anything to them in their own countries and, understandably, the Turks shoot back. We lose the battle, suffer terrible casualties, as I’m sure the Turks in Turkey did, and now we celebrate the event with a holiday. How random.

Still got a lump in my throat, though, when the bugler played the Last Post at the dawn service.