An Overcast Day

[poliphilo]

Yesterday we bought some brisket. This morning I got up at 6.30, put it in the slow cooker, then went back to bed for a couple more hours.

This is the weekend of the diamond jubilee. The media tell me the country is hugely enthused about it. I'm trying not to be, but I'm not sure I'll succeed. Margaret Drabble has an article in The Independent this morning about how we're all of us- royalist and republican alike- fixated on the Royal Family- and I'm afraid it's true. I may not love the Windsors but I can hardly get enough of them. Show me a newspaper comments page and if there's an essay there about how awful they are it's the one I'll click on first. 

The heat wave broke a couple of days back. We had rain on the day of the funeral. Dot's hallway was full of umbrellas. I'm writing this mid-morning and Ailz has just asked me to switch the light on.

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[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

The war shaped Britain's (heroic) image of itself. It's not a small thing that the generation that lived through it is passing away. There's a huge cultural gulf between the generation that remembers the war and those that came after.

Drabble views the 40s and 50s through the eyes of childhood. As I do. I doubt whether things were really simpler then. By contemporary standards those were years of deprivation, but we didn't feel that at the time. You don't miss pizza if you've never had it.