{"id":90330,"date":"2022-09-08T19:33:31","date_gmt":"2022-09-08T18:33:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/steelcityscribblings.uk\/wp\/?p=90330"},"modified":"2024-01-15T11:41:50","modified_gmt":"2024-01-15T11:41:50","slug":"on-the-death-of-a-queen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/steelcityscribblings.uk\/wp\/2022\/09\/08\/on-the-death-of-a-queen\/","title":{"rendered":"On the death of a Queen"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Outside Buckingham Palace yesterday<\/h6>\n

I’ve never been one for claiming psychic powers but try this for size. Early afternoon yesterday the thought occurred, courtesy one of those random associative chains the mind’s humdrum chatter churns out 24\/7, that Prince Philip is dead. Well, I told myself, it can’t be long before his widow – on the throne more years than I, though seventy this month, have been drawing breath – follows suit.<\/p>\n

When Jackie got home a few hours later with the news that the lady had done precisely that, I briefly entertained the idea I may be paranormally gifted. Then I recalled all those other days – infrequent, yes, but they do stack up over a decade or two – when I’d had thoughts of a similar nature: thoughts not<\/strong> subsequently elevated to prophetic status in the world of time and space; cause and effect.<\/p>\n

Regardless, was she a Good Person? Don’t know, don’t much care. What I do know is this:<\/p>\n