I am feeling quite protective towards the Queen. I mean, she’s 90, a very healthy 90 I admit, but all the same. The news tonight showed Theresa May and Donald Trump at a press conference during which TM said she was happy to be able to extend an invitation from Her Maj to DT to make a state visit to the UK this summer.
I’m not much of a royalist, though I admit to a sneaking admiration for ERII. And this seems to me a trial too far for any monarch of any age. Can she pull a sickie? Get one of those people who make a living by looking like her to stand in for a stay that sounds painful beyond imagining? How far up her back did TM have her arm when she proffered this invitation, or has she become so inured down the nearly 70 years of her reign to be polite to bores and power junkies that she reckons this will wash over her?
I’m just going to insert a totally unrelated picture of MasterB here to help us all breathe properly and keep our collective blood pressure steady.
The idea that DT could be trusted to keep to the code of privacy required of those who get to spend private time with Liz and Phil seems more than unlikely. Selfies in royal bathrooms, tweets about the décor and the cuisine seem all to possible. My money’s on the weekend being in London rather than Windsor.
While we still pursue policies of austerity I am also outraged about the amount of money that will inevitably be spent on security. I should rather see my taxes spent on hospitals, roads, the homeless and the unemployed. Perhaps DT can pay for it all himself. After all, he continually boasts about how rich he is, so why not? Ah of course, he is so rich because he believes others should pay for the things he wants, whether walls, taxes or security.
Tonight he referenced his mother who was born in Scotland, in Stornaway, which he described as serious Scotland , though he didn’t define what he meant by that. Somehow I can’t see him at home among the Wee Frees who still exert enormous influence on Lewis. The Free Church of Scotland ensures that the Sabbath is still widely observed, and Stornaway is also home to a number of members of the Lord’s Day Observance Society, an outfit which lobbies for no work on the Christian Sabbath. If you are a fan of Sunday newspapers this is not the place for you as they are not available, and few shops and local amenities are open on Sundays.
Maybe Donald John’s mother was just relieved to get away to the fleshpots of New York and put all that denial and foul weather behind her.
My own grandmother was a member of the Presbyterian Church which is a close relative of the Wee Frees, and I have a first cousin who married a Presbyterian. According to Mother, who recounted the story with eyes widened in horror, this husband was given a bottle of whiskey (“good whiskey,” said Mother with unusual empahasis) and being convinced of the evils of drink, poured it down the sink. You’d have thought Mother would have been fairly strong about the evils of drink herself with a Presbyterian mother and a father, who though early in his career signed the pledge and was the proud owner of a clock presented to him by the Temperance Society, fell off the wagon fairly spectacularly and drank his way through four farms, condemning his family to poverty and misery. But no, she remained appalled by Jim’s actions and as regularly as she told the story said she didn’t understand why he hadn’t given the whiskey to someone, (possibly herself before being diagnosed with Coeliac Disease banished whiskey from her list of pleasures) who’d have appreciated it.
Not that I am equating Mother with DT. Perish the thought. All my grandfather’s siblings emigrated. Mother and her three sisters all came to crossed the Irish Sea for a new life. Two returned home, two stayed. Away from a society where everyone knew everyone else and knew what their place should be, they reinvented themselves and contributed to Society; helped to make the post war world a better place, championed women’s and children’s rights. But they never got to meet the Queen.
Sometimes I think there is no justice.