Remembrance Sunday

I go to lay the wreath at the Wood Green War Memorial. The sun shines down brilliantly. I am, as always, concerned about not falling or tripping as you walk back from laying the wreath and backing down three steps before bowing my head. However, no accidents occur. My concern is not to detract from the solemnity of the occasion. I am, as ever, moved to tears by the Last Post and indeed by one of the hymns at the church service afterwards. It is good to stop and remember. Somehow it always reminds me of a finer time when people certainly seemed more decent. Whether that is reality or not – it seems so to me.

After the ceremony and the service, I rush home to hours and hours of preparation for tomorrow’s Violent Crime Reduction Bill Report Stage and Third Reading which I am leading on the floor of the House.