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Monday, 6 February 2012

The Queen and I...with update at the bottom...

"Oh what a glorious day to be a small busy lady with a dodgy knee"

Just trudged around the thick iced regions on Ashingdon Road.
Very nasty indeed Sir!
But kitted out in white fur coat, grey beret and black tank girl boots I soon made light work of collecting Mother's pension, getting the papers, paying rent.

Someone said that when two Englishmen meet their first subject of conversation is invariably the weather.
Correct.
"Oooooh" Older lady with red anorak dragging excited-small-at-home-child
"Steady!" LOL white haired man with one arm as I tiptoed abruptly to my left on account of sludge and heavy newspapers.
"Oh, had to shovel it for hours...." men talk outside number 28

But we got there in the end. Some of us unscathed. Which is more than I can say for some poor thing who'd left half a pint of blood outside the Post Office.

Feeling a little idiotic but with tension building up in my arthritic legs I decided to walk in the road.
Far less dangerous!

Today's Eatables:
Men Food. Meat Madam, Meat. Will feminize it with a light-as-a- spider's-leg dessert. Something with fruit or something. Will be spectacular on account of loving every joyous minute of prep.
Will, if time allows knock together a fruit cake, icing not allowed.



God Bless The Queen.
60 years of Service. Think endless banquets and all her openings.
Sadness. Think castle/divorces/Blair/Thatcher/real bloody conflicts/scrutinization of daughters-in-law/Camillagate/French tunnels/the Duke's heart and mouth.

Family joy. Think Grandchildren. Royal Ascot. Shooting.

Money Matters furore. Think tax, let in price for Buck House and family pocket money.
Spectacular change in wardrobe. Think strawberry pink. Now not so matronly more cougar/Goodhousekeeping chic.

Elizabeth has behaved in a right royal way...Always there, saying very little.
Filled out a bit, but looks good.

All in all not a bad Monarch, one thing is for sure when and if Prince Charles's botty polishes the Throne .....it won't be as squeaky clean.


Just made theeee most lusciously sweet red onion marmalade. It tastes so good I might have it warm with a cracker and nut of cheddar.