Beauty, Love, Patriot, queen elizabeth

A Very Un-British Feeling

I’m proud of my country.  Not in the Michelle Obama “first time” sense, but one which, for once, I’m comfortable “sharing” (as the abominable Markle might put it.) My Lord.  So many flag wavers.  You’d think the country had turned “American” all of a sudden.  Loved it, from the Horse Guards, to the Trooping the… Continue reading A Very Un-British Feeling

Family, History, War

“His Holiness Will Receive You in a Few Moments. I could Have Dropped Dead!”

One of the touchstones of my life has always been the story of how my dad met the Pope, in Rome, on June 5, 1944. Truth be told, my mother always pooh-poohed the whole thing a bit (not unusual for Mum to do something like that, especially for an event in which she wasn’t the main… Continue reading “His Holiness Will Receive You in a Few Moments. I could Have Dropped Dead!”