What a day, what weather, what a setting! The Royal Family - and especially the Queen - must have taken some comfort from the plans that the late Duke made: they were exactly what he wanted and seemed perfect to me.
The enforced low-key arrangements without foreign dignitaries and uniforms and endless cars and procession; just family and mourning black and the peace of the Castle grounds was so touching and so appropriate - especially now.
I'm so glad I watched it and collected a little bit of history in the memory bank, history which must have been shared by millions today.
However firm in duty and resolve, the Queen looked so small and frail today. Hopefully it will be the very last time that she will carry out duties in public and alone, since I understand that the senior Royals have agreed that one of them now will always accompany her on any engagement. A lovely sentiment, I think, and one which I'm sure she'll welcome.
Great to hear from you Izabella and so glad you have your own tribe to support you, especially at more wobbly times. Glad too that your DH is feeling more comfortable.
The silence from Panache is worrying and I'm trying not to fear the worst, but her last news was very bleak. If you're reading, Panache, our love and thoughts are sent to you. ??
We are retaining our wonderful senses of humour on this thread, though. If we're not frolicking with our dentists, chasing the fish man, wrestling with weeds, sitting outdoors heaped with blankets and hot water bottles in a determined attempt to 'eat out' with the family, Cheffing for a diva cat person, or cheering on our team whilst wearing daft socks, we are just dealing with mundane and much reduced life every day .........and I think (at the moment) we're winning!
As far as my 'Pome' is concerned, you are very kind and appreciative. But I must make an admission. The sentiment is 100% genuine (just like Batty's inspired writing). I mean every word. I can't imagine anything that would give me more enjoyment than a get together with all or any of you. However, although I do find it so easy just to fling a few words together and make them rhyme - it's hardly poetry. I should imagine that Maw would be horrified to hear my slapdash effort (done in 5 minutes) described as a poem!
How this rhyming came about is a bit of a family joke. My late MIL - an absolute pain in the nethers who demanded 150% attention and admiration at every turn - received a couple of birthday and Christmas cards which I had carefully chosen on behalf of myself and her Son/my DH. They were super, he and I could safely say that. Well, no, she felt she needed to "have a word" with my DH (can you imagine, the nerve of it resorting to quality control over your own birthday card!). He then shared with me that if they didn't contain some rather over the top and saccharine verse printed inside, they definitely weren't welcome! How we laughed!
So after that, we used to go into card shops searching for that special little Hallmark moment. This resulted on a couple of occasions in me being almost bent in half from laughing, as my DH read out - in a suitable voice - random cards which he was sure would fit the bill. The more I laughed, the worse cards he found. At one point even the owner in one thankfully quiet shop was shedding tears at our efforts and offering his own ideas!! You know what happens when you see people laughing uncontrollably - so then customers would join in with their ideas. As you can see, I've had years of practice with simple rhyming verses. No particular talent required! But thank you, anyway. 
Sleep tight, Kitchen peeps. Sweet dreams. I'm off to locate some good Irish bacon in the freezer - saved for a very rare event tomorrow. We shall be having a full English breakfast - cooked by me. The excuse/reason will be my darling man's Birthday.
Hugs to you all x