Damn but it’s cold out there. Grey, wet, forlorn. Maybe bears have the right idea: find a cave and re-emerge next spring. Received a telephone call from an old drinking partner recently returned from the front line in Cyprus. That’s the bars of Cyprus not the air base. Both of us wittered on for half an hour about the usual stuff. A second call from another compatriot of fifty or more years. We are much of a mind, similar trenchant views, yet the three of us vote for different political parties. Vive la difference: each of us believes we have the right of it, but suspects there may be something to what the other lad says.