The Queen. Part Two.

Today is Saturday, it is strange to think the Queen died on Thursday. I have been staying at my cousin’s house, where it is my turn to look after my Mum who has dementia. For two days solid, Mum has wanted the telly on, and yes it was very interesting, but with the BBC everything is repeated every hour.

So, while Mum was seeing the news for the ‘first time,’ I wasn’t. So, after many hours it became a blur. If I was at home, I wouldn’t have watched any of it yesterday, nor today.

I had told Mum last night, “You are not watching any of the telly about the Queen or Charles tomorrow, well just for the first hour after breakfast.”

The Thursday night, that the world had heard about the death of the Queen, the shock of it meant I woke up in the night at 3am till about 4.30am. because it was such a big shock.

It was decided, that The Last Night of The Proms, was to be cancelled, and football and horse racing, until Sunday. I thought that was a shame, especially about the football, for many reasons, for some they may not be able to get the day off, or for others, it would have been a gift, for the majority, it would have been a great way to still pay their respects, with a minute’s silence.

Well, the hour that I had planned for Mum to watch the royal events, this morning, soon went out the window, when I realized that today at 10am Prince Charles was to be made King.

While getting Mum’s breakfast ready and then giving Mum her medication, I too did watch the ceremony.

There was lots of pomp, and tradition and rightly so. I love history, it was my favourite subject at school, but because I am dyslexic, I would struggle with the dates.

After Charles was proclaimed King Charles I, it did seem really strange, because I still wanted my Queen, and others on the news, would slip and say, “Prince Charles,” Instead of “King Charles.”

An interesting point was made, on the news, that yes it sounds wrong to sing, “God save our gracious King,” But before the Queen, it was a King, and people did struggle to say, “The Queen.”

It was lovely to see the fanfare from the very old building with people below with their mobile phones, capturing  the moment onto their phones.

I have always loved the national anthem, be it in champions who have won medals or watching the Queen on Christmas Day with her message. I haven’t been able to sing, “God save our gracious King,” Yet nor do I plan on watching at 3pm this year, but my mind might change by then.

I said to my Mum, “I wouldn’t like anyone, to look at me dead age nighty six,” She agreed.

When I first heard that the Queen had died, I said to my cousin, “In the past, the new King or Queen, had to be very careful because, someone might try to take their kingdom by force, thus ending their reign!” King Charles III don’t have to worry about that. The name does not sound unfamiliar, for we have all heard of King Charles.

In history around the world, there are good and bad, Kings and Queens.

Having watched King Charles III yesterday and today, I hope he has been given time to eat! It has been nonstop for him, but I’m sure he will be very well cared for, now he is King. And to think he was bullied at school, now he has had the last laugh!

It was Lovely to see just on telly, the brothers William and Harry and their wives, Meghan and Catherine. That made my day! They spent time meeting the crowd. The Queen’s death seems to have mended their rift. I heard later on, on the news that it was William who had invited them, to join him and Catherine. That was a lovely gesture, from the new Prince of Wales.

It was lovely to hear, throughout the day “God save the King.”

I have just looked to see what I am working on the 19th the day of the Queen’s funeral, and I am off anyway, which is good.