Monday, royal funereal day, and I finally wake up at about 10 o’clock and find my way to coffee and toast. I settle down in front of the TV and get mesmerised by the sound of the pageant in front of me. That consistent hypnotic beat that pervaded everything was an interesting element. I became interested in the chequered floors of the various venues and wondered about the relevance of the black adn white chequer design that was in them all. Of course I google it and get an interesting surprise. Apparently, it is hugely symbolic and it became more intriguing when I discovered the centrality of it in the Masonic symbolism.

Always there is something that pops up to surprise me in these situations. The family breaks for lunch and to chat and then we get back to the final burial at Windsor. So that was the day until the evening brings dinner, more Paddington and time to read and reorientate. Tomorrow its back to the real world and an Elders meeting. I also need to train, it’s been too long, and I can wait no longer to feel “right”, now has to be the time to get going again.