So the Queen marks 75 years as monarch and we get 2 days off. In the interest of transparency, it’s fair to say I am not much of a monarchist. I am sure they are all super nice, I love the history of it all, I just don’t quite get why one family should have so much for doing so little. However, it’s as good an excuse as any for a jolly and the British weather treated the occasion suitably well, so I immersed myself in to the red, white & blue of it all.
After all, nothing says Rule Britannia more than dragging your furniture into the middle of the road on a Thursday lunchtime, to listen unusually loud music whilst drinking margaritas and eating a random assortment of cakes with a paper crown on your head. Pretty sure on any other day of the year that would be a public disorder offence but there you go.
And when all the cake was eaten, we hot footed ourselves over to watch the lighting of the beacons that had randomly appeared across the country. Now I thought beacon lighting was something that we did to warn the next village of impending attack but apparently it was a thing from one of Queen Victoria’s jubilees. Every day is a school day. In the event, the Lord Lieutenant’s (whatever that actually means) wig caught light from the very very long and slow fuse and the wind blew the whole thing out about 15 minutes later – we all then sat in various cars for an hour trying to get out of the car park.
Then there was the ridiculous amount of money spent on some sort of parade in London, apparently not from tax payers money, millions, from the lottery. Presumably someone on a committee thought that would be more beneficial than, I don’t know, helping out the massive amount of families that rely on food banks….. And then of course, the royal family themselves ushered out on the Palace balcony for a wave, well not all of them because like every family, there are issues and that balcony is getting on a bit, there could be structural concerns. The media said the queen was close to tears and the rest of them were over joyed with emotion. Honestly I thought they looked like a family who had just had a right old row before turning up at Great Aunt Mildred’s 80th, having been told we will discuss it later – but we’ve all been there.
The rest of June was really quiet in comparison. The builders are AWOL, the sun came out a bit and then went back in. Daughter #2 appears to have moved out and HR may or may not have lost some forms. All I know is, I haven’t been paid properly and no one is answering my emails. On the plus side the kitchen table is back in the kitchen and the dishwasher is working.
Much love xx
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