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.

Comments

[michaleen.livejournal.com]

Okay, you've lost me: how could Diana Spencer's death have been so utterly unspeakable?

Also, that's the precise moment I realized that I did not care, not even a little. I didn't even care about the children losing their mother. Imagine one of these inbred relics from an unwanted past wasting a moment on you or me?

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

For a while there it seemed plausible that the death was a hit and that the Royal Family had ordered it. If that could have been proved they'd have been toast.

[michaleen.livejournal.com]

I never understood that one. Always seemed like wishful thinking, to me.