God Save The King : Charles III Comes Into His Inheritance by Alfred N.Muggins

9/9/22 / 13/9/22

    Alfred was rather pleased when our old Queen Elizabeth’s son, the erstwhile Prince Charles, was announced to have taken his own name as his royal name! We haven’t had a King Charles for 342 years or so! It was all rather Stuart! (which the Scots might like, thought Alfred!). It makes a nice change, thought Alfred, as we’ve had so many ‘German George’s’ over the last three centuries, and we were rather starting to lose count of them, weren’t we?

    But would it be enough to stop many of the Scots wanting to leave the Union? Presumably they would still have the same Monarch as England and the rest of the Union, unless they wanted an even more complete separation? We wouldn’t want Balmoral to have to be sold surely would we? (Maybe it would be time to bring out the Jacobite Biscuits again, contemplated Alfred! But on reflection Charles was no more a Jacobite than any of the rest of his family was he?)

16/9/22

     Mrs (Queenie?) Muggins called Alfred from his reverie, in which he had nearly fallen asleep again, (after a mourning of walking the dog at a local beauty spot, from his youth, after dropping Mrs Muggins’ son off at his day centre), while watching the new King Charles III shake hands with the people and dignatories of Wales in his visit to Cardiff in Wales!

     Mrs Muggins ordered (asked?) Alfred to bring the mop and its bucket up the stairs, as she had been to the toilet, and had decided she should mop the bathroom floor while she was up there and the water was fresh (she had already done the kitchen, and was in the process of changing the dog dishes and corner plastic shelves around (Yet Again!)).

     Dutifully he stopped what he was doing, which he supposed wasn’t much, and went to the kitchen to dutifully collect them and bring them upstairs to her highness. As he came up the stairs he saw his wife and Queen at the top. Playfully he asked her if she fancied a spot of jousting, as he held the mop head forward on its lance, and held on to the mop bucket tightly as if it were the shield which would probably save his life!

    “Where’s your horse my love?” he asked snappily!

    “But you’re not on a horse Alfred!” noticed Mrs Muggins, belatedly realising what the game was all about!

    Alfred wondered if Charles (The King!) and Camilla (his new Queen Consort) ever did any jousting like this, but he supposed they hadn’t been in their new jobs for long enough to do that? But then again they could have had plenty of playful jousts even while he had been the Prince of Wales, and they were both real horsey people, and King Charles had been a keen horse polo player over the years, whereas Alfred and his wife usually kept as far away from horses as possible (particularly their backends!, except perhaps in his imagination!)