Well - well. As you might imagine all the news gripping a joyful nation this morning is the engagement announcement of Prince Harry and Megan Markel (unsuitable divorced Americans like Wallis Simpson have been consigned to history).
And in another departure from Royal Protocol she has moved out of her Toronto home and they are settling in together in Kensington Palace. ha ha. shock, horror. I can - even from this distance - hear the disapproving sniffs and tut tutting emanating from the Bible Belt of America.
Along with Prince Charles and the other young members of the Royal Family, they are the face of our modern monarchy (where do I get these pompous phrases from, I wonder). I've even been thinking that it is a pity that our unwritten Constitution won't allow for Abdication - not any more, once was enough. I hasten to say I don't wish her any ill will but it does seem a shame that our dutiful, chilly Queen and the cantankerous Duke of Edinburgh can't enjoy a measure of retirement, shooting and fishing and generally scattering the wildlife of Sandringham and Balmoral into oblivion. But at least it is giving Charles and Camilla some extra time of 'normal' life (whatever 'normal' is to borrow a well known phrase of Prince Charles).
Personally I haven't been up to very much lately, the next major highlight of my life will be St Andrew's Christmas lunch at a local hotel next month. Although I am going to my needlecraft group on Friday and that will be nice.
I did have some excitement yesterday though, I stumbled across - in a corner of my living room - a bottle of red and a bottle of rose wine and have absolutely no recollection of them getting there, and the obvious benefactors, Tim or Jeremy, know nothing about them. It doesn't help that I have been diagnosed with dementia and memory issues, I can do without the indulgent smiles. So if anyone reading this knows anything about them, thank you, and please put your hand up. I gave Tim the red wine and I will enjoy the rose.
Personally I haven't been up to very much lately, the next major highlight of my life will be St Andrew's Christmas lunch at a local hotel next month. Although I am going to my needlecraft group on Friday and that will be nice.
I did have some excitement yesterday though, I stumbled across - in a corner of my living room - a bottle of red and a bottle of rose wine and have absolutely no recollection of them getting there, and the obvious benefactors, Tim or Jeremy, know nothing about them. It doesn't help that I have been diagnosed with dementia and memory issues, I can do without the indulgent smiles. So if anyone reading this knows anything about them, thank you, and please put your hand up. I gave Tim the red wine and I will enjoy the rose.
I am sure Tim will fancy the claret, I know I would. Here in the Colonies there is much interest in the engagement. As for any possible retirement for Her Majesty and Consort, I should imagine that the oath taken by the Queen before the Archbishop as I have read it, puts paid to any such possibility.
ReplyDeleteI believe there are instances in European monarchies of making way for a younger generation but we all know it would never happen here, it has never even been touted as a possibility. The Queen, poor dear, is in the job until she drops.
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