In true British tradition, the organisation was superb, and spirits failed to be dampened by the worst of the Great British Weather. And in fairness, the weather was by no means all bad, though pretty chilly throughout. Monday evening, for example, was beautiful for the concert.
With the help of the wheelchair and nasal feeding tube, Julia and I managed to get into a Disabled Viewing Area for the Procession of Boats on Sunday afternoon, so we had riverside seats for the whole event right opposite the Houses of Parliament. We took lots of photos and only came away when the rain started in earnest towards the very end.
As a result of standing up for over an hour to see over the Embankment wall, I was Utterly Zorsted by then and fell asleep in the armchair when we got home, but it was worth it! Still knackered on Monday too, so took it very easy and watched the magnificent evening concert in front of Buck House on TV. What a spectacle! A parade of ageing rockers performing their hits from the last 60 years with wonderful lighting and fireworks in perfect time to the music. The whole thing was just breathtaking.Only a few days or weeks ago I wouldn't have been able to do it, so that signals further improvement as well.
Onwards and Upwards inshallah...
You are seriously unwell, you should be admitted to a high security twilight home imediately you simply can't express such Daily Mail emotions in public view. dragging down poor Julia with you SHAME. x
ReplyDeleteQuite.right, Dixie. Well spotted!
ReplyDeleteMy Natural Cynicism has been replaced by a Rampant Sentimentalism.
I blame the drugs.
I now burst into tears at the drop of a hat.
Some recent examples include:
singing along to Eric Clapton's "Wonderful Tonight", or, actually, singing along to anything; or just singing!;
seeing the Queen soldiering on alone with the D of E in hospital (obvious parallel there, I suppose);
pretty much anything to do with children or animals, especially if they are suffering...
Can I take pills for this Condition?
Yup! Cyanide.
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