Now that the Holiday Club we ran at Church last week is over I have time to read LJ and browse the internet. Whatever did I _do_ before we had the internet?
An article in New Scientist online
http://www.newscientist.com/article.ns?id=dn12562&feedId=online-news_rss20 is about how a settlement in Syria about 8000 years ago grew: not via central organisation but by the coming-together of several small villages. It's fascinating for an Ancient History nerd like me, but what fills me with delight is that one of the researchers interviewed is called Jason Ur.
Ur!
Ur of the Chaldees!
Squee!
I'm also going to jump on the Diana bandwagon here. In Hoddesdon we have a war memorial, of course: a cross on a pillar surrounded by stone plaques with names on. (And it was very moving when we on the South Coast last week to see just how many names were listed on a small village memorial, and so many from the same families.)
Ten years ago it was shrouded in a huge black cosy, trimmed with a purple frill at the hem, 'for Diana.'
A War Memorial.
My neighbour, whose uncle is remembered on one of the plaques, was appalled. Most of the other people at the school gate that day thought it a tasteful and suitable thing for the Council to do...