Good morning, dear Blogger friends. I'm not sure whether I've had occasion to share a passion of mine, but here it is:
I am a British Royalist to the core.
My late mother was.
My lovely sister, Rose in Spain (who is British citizen and lived 12 years in the UK), is.
And my dear neighbor, landlady, employer, Weigh-Less member and friend, Ronnie is a British royalist.
So is my other neighbor (the younger farmer's wife) Janine, who is headmistress of the Primary School.
This was extra handy as, in South Africa we experience regular power blackouts and Monday morning, 19 September 2022, the day of THE funeral, we had nine hours of loadshedding. (Read: no electricity)
Extra handy because the farmer turned on the generator, which is very expensive to run, to tape the proceedings for his wife who was at work.
Shortly after 11, Ron sent Joyce to call me to come and watch the proceedings on the TV. I went over at about midday and the gun carriage was close to Westminster Abbey.
While watching, Ron and I gave a running commentary on the Royals, the members of the Queens household, her personal Cavalry. John, who was also watching said: wow you ladies know your Royals!
I eventually came home at 4.30pm. And watched the long, slow procession through the city to Windsor Castle where the Queen's committal would take place.
The power went off at 5pm. I continued to watch the private and very poignant church service on my laptop via my wireless router.
REST IN PEACE, YOUR MAJESTY