Today I are mostly been scanning pictures of rail accidentts...
Actually, thankfully, that's not at all true. It only took up a bit of today but it's the sort of thing that sticks in your brain. One from 1866, one from 1905, one from 1935 and... another one which I've compeltely forgotten the date of *fails*
It did make me wonder if anyone lives in a place they think their local councillor(s) would spend a long night (13 hours+) carefully cleaning and laying out bodies so that when their relatives came to identify the dead it wouldn't be as traumatic as it might have been.
Mind you it probably isn't appropriate anymore to nip round to the local hospital with custards and cooked fruit because they have lots of extra casualties to feed... Apparently eggs, fruit and linen were the most needed donations.
I was slightly bemused that the reporter on the scene felt it neccessary to inform readers that many of the men from the town who came to volunteer help clear the scene were stripped to the waist but I suppose it's all "colour" and description.
And now
dearsanta has started posting :D:D:D Which should prove nicely distracting till it's time for Choir.