I had beans on toast for breakfast. Eating them with one hand whilst working the keyboard with my other hand, I became aware that the transfer of beans from plate to mouth was not going well, and my shirt was becoming an unintended intermediary.
Although I thought I managed to wash it down before leaving for work it seems I was mistaken as small orange patched reappeared on my shirtfront during the course of the day.
Things got a bit more interesting when I got to work. Someone wants to know where his £80 items is. It appears to be at his house as it was delivered a week ago and is showing on the Royal Mail website as delivered, signed for and photograph. It’s either a very inept attempt at fraud, or a slightly dysfunctional family. If it had been me I would have been asking after two days – it was sent Guaranteed and that is a service with next day delivery.
Finally – the visit I had been waiting for. An elderly gent arrived with some medals for mounting. Although he last saw active service in the 1960s, the Government has just sent him a medal to recognise part of his service. It is the Nuclear Test Medal for those involved in the Nuclear Test programme of the 1950s and 60s.
There are 22,000 people eligible for the medal, though it’s likely that many will go unclaimed. This one will be mounted with his other two medals and will be ready to wear on Remembrance Sunday. The medal office is making a determined effort to get all the medals out to survivors so they can wear them for this year’s parades.
Unfortunately, they haven’t been quite so quick at getting out the guidance on the order they are to be mounted in and I am either going to have to rely on Wikipedia or ring the Ministry of Defence helpline on Monday.
It’s the first medal I’ve seen with the head of King Charles on it (the Coronation medals aren’t out yet) and the first Nuclear test medal I’ve seen, so it’s been an historic sort of day.



