EYES GLAZED OVER
LET'S BE REALLY, REALLY HONEST. Call it hang-overs---or over-exposure to too much niceness, copious amounts of rich food or smiling/waving/standing on one's feet too long while getting almost no exercise---this kind of pomp and ceremony 3-day fest is the most exhausting thing human beings have ever devised in all history. Like sitting through four graduation ceremonies in a row. Or a ladies luncheon that never ends. This ceremonial ordeal has gone on far too long, no matter what anyone on either side of the Atlantic says.
No one in history does the marathon pomp-and-ceremony like the British.
Why else do you think we left the colonies in droves to come to the New World? To relax and get out of all those stuffy clothes.
When I do these kind of things stateside---mercifully rarer and rarer these days---I get exhausted, sleepy and lose all vestiges of personality---like I've eaten a plate-full of mashed potatoes and gone into a stupor.
Here's what else I think: Prince Phillip had enough several days ago and bailed from the rest by getting checked into the hospital, watching tidbits of whatever he could bear on the tellie in his bedroom slippers while yukking it up with the hospital staff. He's having the best time of all. When it's over, he'll be fit-as-a-fiddle and ready to go to Balmoral for the summer and be his old raucous self again.
When the royals get through this, hopefull they'll live the rest of the summer in khakis and flip flops far, far away from the public eye. I sure hope so, cause the photo above makes me tired just looking at it.
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