First day back to reality after the holiday is at least a Saturday which means Parkrun, for L at least, and the match, for my Dad and me. I manage to jog to the Wollaton parkrun start which is at least a small step along the road to recovery.
The match comes accompanied by a minute's silence for the
late Queen and the National Anthem for the new King. Derby come from behind to
win 2-1 over Wycombe.
On Sunday L grudgingly agrees to run with me and I do 4.3k,
she carries on to do a bit further unencumbered.
Monday was supposed to be back to work but now it’s not as
it’s the Queen’s Funeral, which we watch, and has become a Bank Holiday.
The funeral is an impressive affair with its crisp military precision but
the abiding memory of the Queen’s death will be the famous Queue. If anything has killed the republican movement stone
dead it is that. If the Queen had lay in state for six months or more they would probably have continued
to come and queue probably forever. Also what event in the world would have
caused all those world leaders to drop everything and come to the little old
UK?
The Queue has a touch of us ‘all being in it together’, a notion that doesn’t look as if it’s going to be taken on board by the new Truss Government. A least we do have our first u-turn and Liz has offered to pay everyone’s energy bills. Not that anyone knows how she’s going to pay for it.
(Monday 19th
September)
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