Maybe Prince Philip's bedroom looked like this.

 Dear reader,

 

The only things I know about Prince Philip are the ones I read in the newspaper or in a book.  It seems to me that he was rather a difficult and taciturn man, not easy for the Queen or for anyone else for that matter.  

I sometimes like to imagine the Royal family and concluded that Prince Philip was very traditional in his tastes so I wrote the following poem with that in mind. I really know someone who reads a book called "Grouse in Health and Disease' and finds it very interesting.  Well it takes all sorts doesn't it?

The Duchess of Kent, now sadly died, was my favourite Royal.  She was, I think, kind and good and taught the piano at a local school calling herself Mrs. Kent. 

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I have been doing small sketches about this and that on Instagram which seem to go down well.  This week I had had a good idea so I spoke about it. Lots of the women who perform on Instagram wear lovely  new clothes and I suddenly decided that I would like some new ones too.  But I am short of money and had a good idea. Put all your existing clothes out on the bed, I said, then jumble them all up.  Put different cardigans with different dresses and change the colour scarves you usually wear and lo you have new outfits from your own collection.  It works very well and I am pleased with the results.

 

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From Gerald Manly Hopkins   June 16th  1873 in Lancashire

'I looked at the pigeons down in the  kitchen yard and so on.  The look like little gay jugs by shape when they walk, strutting and jod-jodding with their heads.  The two young ones are all white and the pins of the folded wings, quill pleated over quill, are like the crisp and shapely cuttle-shells found on the shore.   The others are dull thunder-colour or black-grape-colour except in the the white pieings, the quills and tail, and in the shot of the neck.  I saw one up on the eaves of the roof: as it moved its head a crush of stain green came and went, a wet or soft flaming of the light.'

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Maybe

 

Prince Philip’s bedroom

looked like this:

 

Two afghan carpets cover the floor,

in the corner a narrow bed with quilted eiderdown,

a small oak bedside table

with lamp and parchment shade,

two small books:

‘Grouse in Health and Disease’

and ‘Fishing on the Spey’,

hunting pictures, horses and dogs

are hung round the room,

a mahogany chest of drawers

with family photographs on top,

one with the Queen and a corgi,

two silver hair brushes lie on

a round table with mirror,

and his bright blue dressing gown

is thrown over an embroidered stool.

The arm chair has a floral cover

with matching chintz cushions,

and there is small vase

of early daffodils on the window seat.

 

Or maybe not.

 

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With best wishes, Patricia