For Barbara

Buckingham Palace

By A A Milne

They’re changing the guard at Buckingham Palace ~

Christopher Robin went down with Alice.

Alice is marrying one of the guards.

“A soldier’s life is terrible hard,”  says Alice

 

They’re changing the guard at Buckingham Palace.

Christopher Robin went down with Alice.

We saw a guard in a sentry box.

“One of the sergeants look after their socks,” says Alice.

 

They’re changing the guard at Buckingham Palace.

Christopher Robin went down with Alice.

We looked for the King but he never came.

“Well, God take care of him all the same,”  says Alice.

 

They’re changing the guard at Buckingham Palace ~

Christopher Robin went down with Alice.

They’ve great big parties inside the grounds.

“I wouldn’t be King for a hundred pounds,”  says Alice.

 

They’re changing the guard at Buckingham Palace ~

Christopher Robin went down with Alice.

A face looked out but it wasn’t the King’s.

“He’s much too busy a-signing things,”  says Alice.

 

They’re changing the guard at Buckingham Palace ~

Christopher Robin went down with Alice.

"Do you think the King knows all about me ?”

“Sure to, dear, but it's time for tea,"  says Alice.

This kept whirling round in my head so I thought I'd share it with you ~ from our Infant School days, no doubt.   So happy to receive a card from Spain from Georgie's Charlie and she says that at last she's read Solitaire ~ I hope it shows her how life was in Quarry Road and why it would have been difficult to keep her as our fifth child.   I'm so glas we are all in touch, and at last from her facebook page we meet Mandy ~ sounds as if they are having a fabulous time and just what Charlie needs after her very nasty arm operation.

Sunday evening : A few days ago, a friend whispered a secret in my ear "don't tell a soul."   In truth I'm so darned deaf I couldn't actually HEAR the secret ~ secrets are safe with me, folks !   On the News just now the man reporting on this atonishing new plane which looks like a fat bellied torpedo and cost BILLIONS to produce was suddenly lost for words : "I'm so sorry ~ I've forgotten what I was about to say."   Wonderfullu natural so hope he doesn't get the sack,

I'm very glad to hear that Georgie has an appointment with a HOMEOPATHIC doctor ~ let's hope she can offer some help over this bloody Parkinson's ~ as an infant Kate developed split thumb nails ~ sometimes they became infected ~ the GP sent her to more than one specialist without success ~ I remember one who insisted the child was gnawing at her thumbs ~ as if you could gnaw SIDEWAYS on, the length of the nail ~ she was only a poppet, 4 or 5 at most ~ that clever dick set out to prove his theory by strapping both thumbs up tightly : "Come back in six weeks by which time the problem will have disappeared."  In fact, when he unwrapped the dressings both thumbs were weeping and inhected, worse than ever.   "You naughty girl," he said, "You've somehow managed to get the plaster off and carry on chewing them . . . "   Having established that Kate was the youngest of four, his verdict was ATTENTION SEEKING !!   Stupid man.   In desparation I took her to John Chapman, our wonderful Homeopath andOsteopath who having asked the child dozens of questions, prescribed arsnic !   Oh, what ~ ARSNIC !   Surely not !   But the actual amount of arsenic was so low that it couldn't possibly do any harm, he assured me.   And lo-and-behold within a few days Kate's thumb nails were as good as new and she has never had any trouble since though the scrs of those early years are still evident !!   So, let's hope this beverley Homeopthic Practitioner can help my poor Georgie.   "They don't treat the problem but the patient, Georgie tells me.

This evening I got round to making a small jar of salad dressing ~ I've been too lazy recently to bother and simply splashed a little oil on my lettuce and a squeeze of lemon juice ~ I must make the effort to keep a little jam jar of it ready in the fridsge ~ salt, pepper, mustard, sugar, oil and lemon juice make such a difference.

Just reaching the end of this gripping novel, The Potter's House but the end is suddenly rather disappointing ~ a supernatural element is introduced rather lamely, to my mind, which let's the author off the hook.   Maybe I'm being unfair ~ I'll say more when I've finished it.   The Potter's House by Rosie Thomas ~ Monday afternoon : I did find the ending disappointing ~ we are left with an unsolved riddle and the late introduction of a mystical element ~ otherwise a rich description ofcontemporary  life on a small Greek island ~ I have a couple more of her titles lined up on Kindle so I'll see how I get on with them/