I got up late. watched some of the Queen’s funeral and then filled my time with daytime TV and trying to write. I was more successful at the former than the latter. The thing I will remember about today is the TV advert situation. There are none. They are showing trailers before and after the programme but the bulk of the gap is left blank. Sometimes there is just silence, sometimes a notice and, on one station, there is funereal music. It’s very strange and slightly unsettling. And, quite honestly, it doesn’t seem much of a way of paying your respects. I can watch Murder She Wrote and see a trailer for Tower Heist but it isn’t considered respectful to watch an advert for holidays or over-60 insurance. (You’d have thought the natural demographic for over-60 insurance would all be watching the funeral and this seems like a wasted opportunity).
As for the rest of the ceremony, I’ve been using Google to check what is happening. It’s full of interesting information – particularly about the fact the Orb, Sceptre and Crown were all secured to the coffin by hidden fixings. I’d guessed they might be, but it was nice to have it confirmed. Also nice to know that several million other people had been wondering the same thing.
The weather today has been a bit nippy and I have been wearing a fleece jacket all day. Apart from the material there is little difference between a fleece and a cardigan. Cardigans are the clothing of old men, so I’m dubious about them, as I already have enough old man habits. I repeat myself, use a stick, complain about young people muttering and emit a small grunt when rising from a chair. These all seem to omitted from the article on old people.
I didn’t watch the funeral or any TV for that matter on that day. Generally, I only watch the occasional BBC iPlayer, so it’s a looong time since I’ve seen an advertisement. Sounds like there were some interesting tidbits, the lack of ads aside, though.
It gave me material for several poems and I drank a lot of tea whilst enjoying a long weekend. However, you didn’t miss much. 🙂
I think I was preserving that weekend, it being that time of year….
A better use of time, I think. 🙂
Lordy, the grunting when you get up from a chair! I never thought of these things before, but you are spot on!
Living the geriatric dream! 🙂
You need leather patches on the arms of your cardigan for the full picture. Cut out the grunting when you get up. It is just a bad habit and annoys everyone else. There is no need for it. Repeating yourself and grumbling is perfectly acceptable.
Ah, the leather patch . . .
You don’t see many of them these days. If I’m not careful that will open up the floodgates of my thoughts on ripped jeans. I will spare you that.
Yes, it’s a strange new world. There was a lot of detail in making it all run smoothly.
I found the day’s TV compelling. Bless her, the world feels a little curious now she has gone. No surprise about the lack of adverts, because we followed it on the Beeb. I’m glad to hear about the fastenings – my own theorey about lumps of Blu-tac never did sound that plausible.
Fascinating paucity of TV adverts. I do like your old man habits
They are starting to grow on me.
I also liked it to
I love a cardigan…
I will bear that in mind. Perhaps a cardigan, a pipe and a leather chair in my library . . .
There you go…cut glass decanter of something…fireplace…
It’s sounding better already . . .
Somber funeral music is always rather unsettling. I would prefer to think the Queen is “safely home” now after a long reign and more responsibility and public scrutiny than most folks would want to carry. She is at peace.
Yes, it’s been a long, strange life. Lots of good things, but lots of downsides too.
Love Lavinia’s take on the queen.
It’s a comforting pictutre.