We all watched the interview. Or we didn’t and still had opinions about it. It would have been hard to watch and not feel sad. Trapped. Trapped by duty. Trapped by expectation. Trapped by wealth. Trapped by birth. And here I am, caring and making it all worse. I will read the stories, listen to the analysis, causing more to be said and written. The Royal family will try to maintain their stiff upper lip attitude to it all and say nothing but that won’t work. Throw us some scraps or we will make it up.
It was a jaw dropping interview that could signal the end of the monarchy but maybe not because it’s complicated.
All the way through I kept thinking about how there are always many truths to a story and one person’s truth doesn’t make another’s a lie.
Yesterday was the first day back at school for many children. I was driving back from the garden centre at home time and noted how most children looked really happy. Their little faces were bright with enthusiasm as they talked their parents through their day. The older children, walking home with friends, were all smiling. The truth is that they had a good day. The truth is that their parents missed them. The truth is that their parents were glad to have a little time to themselves and the truth is that those same happy kids might be tired and grumpy at the thought of doing it all again today. There are so many truths.
The new Lady Gaga pink and green Oreo biscuits look awful but I still want to try them. There are many truths.
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| Does anyone know where I can get these disgusting looking biscuits from? |
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