Sunday, June 3, 2012
June 3. Day 155. Royal seal of approval
Given all the pomp and ceremony in London this weekend it was a much more laid back Brisbane affair with school bands and choirs, house and garden tours and a tree planting.
I love this photo of brothers Ollie and Leuca who were sitting on the rather soggy lawn enjoying lunch with Dad Jeremy. I mean, really, nothing says an Aussie celebration better than a sausage sizzle especially one with a Royal seal of approval. Forget a cucumber sandwich, I bet a snag and a bit of tomato sauce is what the Queen would really like to chow down on.
I watched the Governor Penelope Wensley walk among the crowd and couldn't help but be impressed by her down-to-earth attitude. I am sure I am breaking about 300 different protocols and am now liable to be charged with treason but I can report that she told the volunteers that:
1) her hair gets unbelievably frizzy and uncontrollable in the rain
2) she had to abandon a plan to wear a fetching pair of shoes that matched her frock because they would have been trashed in the mud
She strikes me as a perfect person to represent the Queen in Queensland. There's only one problem. I simply fail to comprehend why a big grown up country like Australia thinks we need a head of state in another country.
So if I didn't commit treason before, I guess I just did then.
Sixty years on the throne is a remarkable achievement and one that should be celebrated. Now can we all just move on.