I’m having a respite from the TV. I think we’ve all reached Jubilee saturation point and  need to get back to the Dull and Boring aspects of life, rather like the hopefully twinned-to-be towns in Perthshire, Scotland and Oregan in the USA. How funny!

So many highlights from the last couple of days, Grace Jones and her hoola hoop extravaganza…amazing, HOW did she keep going, and what legs, and what a costume! Didn’t she once slap Russel Harty on TV?

And poor Rolf Harris, cut off in his prime with his two little boys, I think everyone was ready to punch Lenny Henry’s lights out…though just a few minutes before, Rolf was being horribly obsequious, and I was cringing and my toes were curling, until he was so publicly told to shut up. And the elderly crooners, Cliff and Paul and Elton, sounding so strained and old … and Annie Lennox as an angel was such a prat.  The best was SING with all those wonderful singers and slum drummers and what have you, but I thought Madness on the roof was good. The lighting and special effects were fantastic.  And Alfie Bo, singing about his cornetto.  Beautiful.

My Natasha was down there at the river watching the boats, but she was a little disappointed; she said she was expecting warships and an armada or something, and instead a canoe and a few sailing boats cruised by, all raggedy and in no formation.

This is the girl who has no TV, so didn’t realise it was to be just a flotsam of a thousand crafts sailing by the royal barge. She did see the queen, which was nice, and then she and Leo drifted back to Wales for a Cider in the Fields concert.

Earlier I watched some people being interviewed. They were asked what they would do if they could be queen for a day.

There was the usual, ‘give everyone money, give peace to the world blah blah blah’ and then one girl said she ‘would drive around in a carriage and look at all the poor people, and arrange for them all to have a bath!’ Shades of Nancy Mittford!

John and I have been out and about, enjoying the sunshine and seeing the sights and listening to all the ‘tongues’ on the Royal Mile.

Edinburgh is such a nice city to cruise about in,

and as we listened to a brass band in the Princes Street gardens yesterday we were doubly entertained to watch the

copulation ritual of two pigeons. Such is life in the slow lane, though to quote David Attenborough, for so much posturing, feathers and nest building, there seems to be a lot of fuss about very little. I nearly blinked…

Two other sights made me smile as we wandered about, the first was a tree in the Botanic Garden…all decked out as a tribute to the breast cancer ‘Moon walk’ that took place recently. It’s nice to know  that the trees care!

The other one was a statue lurking down someone’s stairs, he looked quite welcoming!