Sunday

After I posted the picture of the supermarket tabloid yesterday I was on a BBC website, and saw  there is a furore over there because Kate and William are holidaying in the Maldives, leaving the offspring with its grandparents, the Middletons.    My first thought was "where are they penny pinching, I'll have to go back to the supermarket and read the inside".    This thought was swiftly followed by "HELLS TEETH, the nation should be rejoicing that this kid is having a normal childhood, which includes staying with loving grandparents, unlike the Queen's own children".  

There must be thousands of people my generation who remember the early years of the Queen's reign when she went on a very long tour of the Commonwealth - it was months- and there was furore then because she left the children behind - shut up in  Buckingham Palace with nannies.  Not that the Queen - with a grandmother like Queen Mary - could have any concept of  ordinary, loving, grandparents.   I mention Queen Mary because I remember reading somewhere Princess Alexandra said the reason she has sat up straight, all her life, was because she was Queen Mary's granddaughter, it had been drilled into her.  The Queen's children probably had better grandparents, but they were busy.  

Thinking about it, and writing this, has made me realise how far the Royal Family has advanced into the 21st century.

I'm beginning to sound like a journalist, writing a column, so I'll change the subject.   The alarm clock worked this morning and went off, thankfully, because I was sound asleep, so I am hopeful it might last a bit longer than usual.

Picked up the donuts, and went to the 8 o'clock service.    It was a big day at Emmanuel because the Bishop came for a confirmation service.

I didn't stay for the confirmation, I went home after the 8 o'clock, then came back for lunch, which was - as usual - very nice indeed.  The church provided the tender ribs and chicken, and the wine, and people brought side dishes.   I took some cakes I had in the freezer for dessert.

Having lost an hour's sleep last night, and getting up early for donuts, I slept soundly for an hour and a half when I got home.