Blooming lovely
LONDON looked in the prime of condition yesterday as I walked from the House of Commons towards Piccadilly.
Among the great, unsung, joys of the capital are the pelicans in St James's Park. At noon yesterday, they were enjoying a nap on a sunny rock outcrop in the middle of the lake, guarded by a solidary cormorant with Buckingham Palace and the Queen Victoria monument shimmering in the sunny distance.
And London also has the capacity to surprise me, even though I'm there at least once a week. Yesterday was no differenct. I've often seen the Queen Mary memorial but have never noticed, or if I have, completel disregarded, the much larger memorial to Queen Alexandra, the consort of King Edward VII.
When Prince of Wales, the larger than life Edward was one of this country's most promiscuous monarchs from a long line of promiscuous monarchs. His affairs and dalliances, both at home and in Paris, are legendary.
Alexandra was, in contrast, a sweet character who tolerated her husband's philanderings. No Diana type outbursts about crowded marriages from her. She lived from 1844 to 1925 and on her death, the memorial was erected on the wall of Clarence House next to St James's Chapel. It says simply: "Faith, hope, love, the guiding virtues of Queen Alexandra."
Back at Westminster, the corridors of power are in their annual summer chaos, as rebuilding and redecorating carry on apace. It's no wonder a recall of Parliament would have been resistsed because of the huge health and safety issues of MPs, assistants, and staff trying to walk down corridors now temporary culs-de-sac because of all the changes.
So life goes on. The Prime Minister has been back at work since last Friday - has anyone noticed and does anyone care?