Let's all just moan about politicians, idiot litter bugs, snow, and all the problems, animal,vegetable and mineral that we will encounter in the garden in the coming months.
Yesterday my wife had a few tears in her eyes seeing the North Atlantic veterans finally getting their medals for the Arctic Convoys - her Dad served in a cruiser, HMS Bellona up there, off Malta, and D-Day. Those people, and everyone else who served, truly had something to moan about, but they carried on.
My Mum and Dad were buried for two days under their bombed house in Devonport, Plymouth and lost their six-month old daughter. Their collective experiences have guided my outlook on life, and whilst I enjoy many a good moan, I try and keep things in perspective. I'm sure Frank with his colourful life, and many more of you with many and varied stories no doubt feel similarly.
No more maudlin, let me go away and think of another really good rant - shouldn't be difficult!