I have been trying to get outdoors in the evenings, seeing it has been warm and summery these past few days. It has not been easy. There seems to be a lot of traffic around nowadays, none of it moving particularly quickly, which gets in the way as I try to get home from work and drags out what would normally be an irritatingly long drive into a frustratingly irritating one. And every evening it seems there is something I need to get from the supermarket, causing a further delay, it being physically impossible to manage to buy a week's shopping all in one go. And every evening I have to spend an age cooking dinner and clearing up afterwards, despite it being deliberately as simple as I can make it short of living off nothing but toast, with the actual eating taking only an unrewarding minute or two at most. I suppose this last duty is not essential, the cooking and eating of dinner, I mean, and I could just go for raw bread if I wanted to save the effort of switching on the toaster, but after a difficult day at work and commuting back and forth, you need something to lift the spirits. Luckily there is chocolate left from Easter, which also helps.
None of which has any bearing on today being the Queen's ninetieth birthday, becoming the oldest as well as the longest serving British monarch, a symbol of constancy in a rapidly changing world. It has been interesting, and perhaps a little unsettling, to see news footage of the Royal Family through the generations, to see the next line of monarchs, Charles, William, George: a family tree stretching long into the future; beyond my future.
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