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Marvellous!

 

I enjoyed the Coronation of King Charles and Queen Camilla very much indeed. Things I especially enjoyed were, in no particular order:

1) the musical interludes from Bryn Terfel and the gospel choir. I thought the one composed by Andrew Lloyd Webber was a bit ‘jazz hands’. 

2) Penny Mordaunt carrying out her duty with aplomb, class and wearing a jolly nice outfit. What a star! 

3) views of Prince Harry being obscured by the jaunty red feather in Princess Anne’s military hat. I wondered if he’d been deliberately sat behind Princess Anne. I bet she has the hearing of a bat and if he said anything out of line, she’d have whipped around and stunned him into silence with her laser stare

4) the heartfelt interaction between King Charles and Prince William. Very moving. 

5) the young chorister welcoming King Charles to the Abbey. If the young chap was at all nervous he didn’t show it. 

6) Queen Camilla tucking bits of stray hair up into her crown. And cracking a smile when everyone else was so serious.

7) the delightful children of the Prince and Princess of Wales. George carrying his grandfathers cloak, Charlotte showing interest and composure way above her eight years, and Louis having a ball in the coach and horses afterwards.

8) the parade back to Buckingham Palace and the three cheers from all the service men and women in the Palace gardens. Quite magnificent, especially the mounted band. How they manage to play instruments whilst riding bumpy horses without getting their teeth knocked, I do not know. 

9) the shiny, sparkly stuff and the lovely costumes and outfits, and the beautifully embroidered screen that surrounded the King for his anointing. Theatre at its grandest.

10) pretty much all of it, actually

I found the Archbishop of Canterbury to be tedious but that’s a long term and on-going thing, and Rishi Sunak sounded like an AI robot reading the lesson.  In my head, I was shouting ‘Intonate, Mr Sunak. Intonate.’ Perhaps he IS an AI robot. Blimey, hadn’t thought of that one until now. Anyway, it was all rather touching and joyful. 

I shall watch the Coronation Concert this evening. Today, I have been cleaning the kitchen, gardening and arsing around with Nell. I’m tackling a specific garden boundary which needs a new fence, especially now we are Responsible Dog Parents. The current ‘fence’ is a mish-mash of rotting fence posts, weird trellis, wire mesh, barbed wire, brambles, nettles and cow parsley. It sounds worse than it looks because in summer the fence can’t be seen for all the greenery. But it looks grim without the greenery and it is becoming increasingly unsafe. Plus, who likes barbed wire? It also looks more obviously grim now one of the apple trees isn’t there to disguise it. So I’ve been employing the wire cutters today (very effective!) and trying to take out bits of rotten wood fencing (not very effective). 

Cup of tea and scone time, I think! I’ve had to stop gardening because Nell was becoming overwrought with the thrill of it all, so she’s now having a snooze with her ears inside out. Inside out dog ears make me shudder, but I dare not turn them the right way in because she will wake. It’s a fine doggy parenting line I walk. 


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