Post 446. ALL IS NORMAL AGAIN

AFTER AN UNUSUAL WEEK

WHICH IN THIS HOUSE MEANT:
Monday: The entire day was given over to the funeral of HM Queen Elizabeth II. Thousands turned out for the Scottish and English processions and, worldwide, millions tuned in to see or hear as Britain did the only thing it still does better than any other nation in the world, put on a regal show of pomp and pageantry. Funerals usually run smoothly and, as we were incessantly told throughout, this one had been planned by HM herself, so nothing was going to go wrong. Nothing did. Nothing dared. So all well, then God Save The King.
Tuesday. Mo was at the ironing board and the old man was at the computer. I know. But bear in mind we were born quite a long time ago so don't suffer modern concepts gladly. Mo says she doesn't mind - actually quite likes - ironing, and I say I'm happy to keep out of the way. So she ironed and watched Eggheads on television in the living room, while I scribbled and listened to the Steepletone (Lars Vogt/ R.Northern Sinfonia) in the garden room that used to be called the conservatory but is now designated the garden room because it ain't got a glass roof (it's tiled).
Wednesday: Mo supermarket shopped and, behind her back, I shoved the Miele cleaner around the ground floor, A husband needs to be useful sometimes.
Thursday Was our 60th wedding anniversary. Mo's friends Heather and Sue visited us in the afternoon as did family members Jac, Mike, and Neil. Ellis is back at Platform One but was home later in the day. Pauline, who has both cancer and long-time insomnia, and is currently in line for more sessions of chemotherapy, is not up to lengthy visits, home or away, so was unable to make it. (We are not given to offering prayers, but our concern for her is deep and constant.) 

When we married there were those in both our families who thought it wouldn't last beyond six months. They knew not our stubbornness. So I still love the girl and she still puts up with me.

Friday: I put the dustbins out a day late because the Waste Disposal Operatives joined the rest of the world on Monday to watch the funeral: good on them. 

Saturday: Mo shopped, I brought in the emptied dustbins (thank you WDOs), and we had fish and chips from the local chippy for dinner. Yep, all is normal again.

JUST DON'T MENTION THE ECONOMY.

I THINK THAT SAYS IT ALL.
I hope, dear reader, you are going to get through it. Good luck to you.

We've no idea if we can.

But we're very very stubborn.