Royal Princess Presented to the
World.
The world? Who are they kidding? Why on earth should the
world be interested in a new addition to an anachronistic British institution?
I’m not, and I live here.
The news did, however, lead me to consider yet another
re-hash on the old theme of ‘does it matter a jot what you do in life?’ Couldn’t
be bothered. The bottom line was going to read something like: ‘When the bell
rings and the final curtain descends, whatever you did has become merely memory.
And memories are just memories.’ That’ll do.
What I find more interesting is this:
When a new baby arrives, most people take the world view. ‘A
new life has appeared among us,’ they say. I’m more inclined to take a
baby-centric view and think in terms of the child:
‘Oh well, here we go again. I wonder how this jaunt will
compare with the others. And I wonder whether I’ll like the people I’ll have to
grow up with. Hope so, because it’s going to be a bloody long time before I’ll
be able to break free of them.’
I expect that was pretty much what I was thinking back on
that morning in late November, although the recollection is vague at best.
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