8th September, 2022.
I have to confess: I feel … emotional.
I don’t know if I should say distressed. Or sad, depressed, what have you.
‘Emotional,’ seems to be the best choice of words.
I’m writing this as the BBC News channel tells us that Elizabeth II — the woman who’s been my country’s head of state since well before my birth — died, this afternoon.
My thoughts — as those of most of the country — will be with her family.
I can only imagine what they are feeling.
Personally? I feel at something of a loss.
The woman was a rock: a sign that the country was here, and stable, because she was alive and well.
And, to quote Terry Pratchett?
She did the job that was in front of her.
For over seventy years.
That job?
Is now her son’s: who, the Prime Minister tells us, will use the name Charles 3rd.
There are changes ahead.
The Queen is dead.
Long live the King.
