It's been a while. Not sure I like the new format here into which I am supposed to insert my deathless prose, but here goes.
Some weeks, or months, back when, I fell asleep on the sofa after supper -- a habit I've tried to break -- and when I woke up in the small hours the television (still running) was about to show us the Queen's Diamond Jubilee Thanksgiving Celebration from St. Paul's Cathedral.
So having had several hours sleep, after all, I decided to assume a more upright position and watch the proceedings. You probably watched them too, or excerpts thereof. Nice music. Nondescript weather. Pretty fair sermon.
But what got to me was the sight of the Queen -- lady in waiting having evaporated somehow as they got out of the Bentley in front of the Cathedral -- stumping up the long stairs behind the Lord Mayor... because what I could see was an 86 year old woman going to church all by herself, after all those long years, because "the old man" was in hospital and too sick to come to church with her. How many dozens of them have I encountered since I began my ministry?
So I was feeling quite sentimental about Ma'am, and thinking about the infamous BOXES which she attends to every day, filled with state papers.
And this is how I deal with the mail, and the bills, and the flyers, and the great BLEAGGHHHH mass of loose bits of paper that infest and disfigure my life and my abode.
I hurled the whole works into the Royal Box. And regularly, I tackle it. The aim of course is to "handle each piece just once and be done with it"... you know the drill.
And tonight... I got to the bottom of the box. Tomorrow will be a fresh start. Hallelujah bananas, and God Save the Queen.