Full diary for June 2014 here.
4th June: Terminal 2 The first flight flew into the new Terminal 2 at Heathrow this morning. I got to thinking about the word ‘terminal’, ‘A place where something ends’ (The Oxford Primary School Dictionary).
5th June: Gross Was on the bus when I heard a woman talking about a gross miscarriage of justice. It stayed with me all day, the term is a strange one to get your head around. Is there a not-so-bad miscarriage of justice?
6th June: Price D-Day. Seventy years ago. I cannot listen to the coverage without welling-up. To hear the veterans talk is heartbreaking. Many words continue to be said, but I find this one (said by a veteran on the BBC news this morning) particularly poignant.