If he gets a crown of his own
He came; he saw; he left. Our emperor (actually, our prime minister) was on the Island, today. He didn’t stop by (I have some great coffee just waiting for a visit), and I learned that he didn’t visit our local museums either. What was he thinking about? Coffee AND railway artifacts, there for him to enjoy. Do his “people” even consider the hidden value in a particular place?
The local lobster season is over (a day early, according to my interpretation of the calendar). Looking out my window, I can tell that the buoys are gone. I’ll assume the cages went back to base at the same time. Big money for those involved, this year. May be some new trucks on the roads.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the Island, the necropsy-fest (it is NOT an autopsy; I checked) continues, with those who are scientists at heart and unable to detect rancid odours busily sawing off samples from oversize whale corpses. How not to spend a hot summer day.
I learned from the same news feed that the Prince of Wales (not whales, see above) actually has no official status here in Canada. He’s dropped in for another visit. We admire (adore?) his mother; him, not so much. If he hangs in there and gets a crown of his own, we’ll simply redo all the currency plates and life will continue (except for the changing of the “God Save The…” lyrics). When the time comes, will we have to teach the country about royal rules? But, hey… the fact that the Queen can live forever, based on new science, might save (the rest of us) from the reign of Chuck.
