Tuesday, 19 April 2011
Q is for Queen
Nowadays, it seems to be the norm to moan about the royal family; to grumble at how much they cost, now rich they are, what privileged lives they lead. In short, to be curmugeonly republicans.
But I like the Queen. I think she's a good woman who works hard at a job she never chose and which she has to do until the day she dies. She seems to hold things together, especially at a time like the present, when "divide and rule" has taken on a whole new meaning under our coalition government.
Mind you, I don't think she's always right. I am appalled at the way the royal family have treated poor old Fergie, who has bounced in and (mainly) out of royal life like a cross between a large puppy and a bull in a china shop. Whatever she's done, does she really deserve to spend every Christmas on her own, and not be invited to the coming nuptials?
But while on the whole I approve of royalty, I am not sentimental about it, and I thought the outpouring of "grief" over the death of Princess Diana was sickly in the extreme. As my (then teenage) son said at the time: "Those people are not crying for Diana. They are crying for themselves". Having lost his father, he knew what grief was, and this most certainly wasn't it.
But the Diana-fest was not the Queen's fault, and I am happy for her to carry on for as long as she can. As for That Wedding, I shall certainly be watching it, and enjoying the frocks and the coaches and the horses (especially the horses), with my mad daughter and her family. (Daughter is exultant that, even after triplets, she can still squeeze into her wedding dress, and is determined to wear it on April 29. As you do.)