Cabbagees and Kings

It isn’t easy to keep up the writing when I don’t think there is much that you would be interested in reading. So I will resort to looking for inspiration in the paper this evening.

One article that caught my eye concerned a potential bubble vie to decide whether or no William should ‘leapfrog’,  his father Charles to become king of England in a proposed amendment to the Royal Succession Bill. 

Personally I think it is a very good idea. Charlie is stuck in the dark ages and not my choice for monarch, especially not with Camilla by his side. Had Diana still been alive and married to him it would have been a very different matter.

So where were you when you heard the terrible news?

The Man and I were on route from PNG, where we were living at the time, to pay a visit to family back in New Zealand.

The news that there had been an accident and that the popular ‘people’s princess’ was reported in a very low key manner. The there was a huge outpouring of grief as the world woke to the terrible news that she had died. Rumours were rife. Everything from a conspiracy theory about her death not being an accident, right through to reports that she and Dodi were going to marry and even more farfetched speculation that she was pregnant with his child.

The Man and I sat in our daughter’s lounge watching the broadcast of the huge funeral. Seeing her young sons walk behind her coffin as it was slowly driven through the crowded streets lined with mourners really brought home to me the very public tragedy that it was, compared to no less a tragedy for any family when a loved one is lost. There we are going about our so called normal lives and right now an unknown family is going through the very same emotional torment.