Work. Prince Philip's funeral. The shop was very quiet. Combination of the lovely weather, the fact that people can go to shop, eat out and drink at other places now, and the funeral and FA Cup.
Janet Windley gave a little resin coffin she found at her Dads while she was sorting out his stuff. It's lovely. Someone at work ( who shall remain nameless) remarked how could anyone have something like that in their home. And that they would come in to my home. First, I wouldn't invite you, second, have you not done your inclusion begins with I training. I don't judge your choice of decor or what ornaments you have ( but I bet they are hideous) so back off bitch.
But I thought it was lovely of Janet to think of me.
When we got home we watched Prince Philip's funeral highlights. I'm a sucker for a good funeral. And he was a nice old gent. I don't really buy into this generational let's bash someone because they weren't politically correct nonsence, he was a man of his time, he said like a lot of our elders what he thought, it was acceptable in it's time. Ok, some things have moved on, and attitudes have changed, not all for the better, people are too easily "offended" whilst being cruel in there own way. People preach being kind, but aren't any kinder. But for all his perceived bad he did a lot more good. More good than I'll ever do.
So we settled in and watched it, it was a very moving and beautiful send-off... I wanted to hug the Queen she looked so frail and diddy, and so sad. 73 years together, you can't imagine how devastated she must be feeling, and seeing her sat there with her head down was heartbreaking. Well, for me anyway.
The highlight for me was the catafalque that sent the coffin down into the vault below. I have a thing for catafalques after I saw the one at Kensal Green years ago. That was a steam-powered one, this one was electric, stunning. Such an elegant way to transport the remains. Sleep tight Sir...
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