What has the Prince of Wales ever done for us?

Much excitement as I sat at the computer just now: I had received a booking confirmation from a place called Waddesdon Manor.

I haven't booked anything so my first thought was: Husband is taking me away for a surprise luxury weekend and he's used my email address by accident.

Now if you are familiar with my blog you will know Husband doesn't do that sort of thing but there's always a first time! So I googled Waddesden Manor to see what I could expect.

It turns out it's a National Trust historic building only open for day visits. And a long way away from us. Hey ho, must have been sent to me in error. I've told them - not by replying to the email but through their website just in case of scams though it must be a high class scam if it uses National Trust venues references. Or they've targeted me as old and the sort of person who would visit a NT property. We've been getting loads of 'Your computer is at risk, please switch it on now and I'll tell you what to do' type phone calls recently. Again Husband says we're being targeted because we're old and therefore stupid.

So back to my original reason for posting. As my day was unplanned I thought I'd revisit my de-cluttering that I left off ... oh, it must have been last year some time. Again if you know me at all well you will know that I am easily distracted and so it proved this morning. First by this:

 The seasons of grandsons and granddaughters, made for me by GrandDaughter1, but I'm not sure when. It's full of drawings of things we do together, such as having chocolate buttons and taking George for a walk.

 Or playing Mr Macgregor and having ice cream. (I play Mr MacGregor and they are the rabbits who try to steal my vegetables and, of course, I chase them when I see them.)

I suppose we don't realise when we do something simple - and possibly boring for us - the affect it can have on children and the memories we are making.

So I didn't get far with the decluttering.

Also on the shelf was a box of cds:

It belonged to Uncle and I kept it just because. You never know when you might need a bit of Welsh Male Voice Choir. But today I thought, 'Do I really want it? Will I ever play it?'

I took it in the kitchen, where there's a cd player, and put disc one in. The very first song that came on was God Bless the Prince of Wales. Now I'm not a rabid Nationalist and don't have any strong feelings about the monarchy but suddenly I found myself getting angry.

A song about the Prince of Wales? Seriously? I don't wish the current one ill but why would anyone write such a song. (Hang on, I'd better google it. Okay, apparently it was written to commemorate the marriage of the future king Edward VII and Alexandra of Denmark in 1863. It's described in wikipedia as a patriotic song. Excuse me? It's all about an English prince and the English lyrics talk about Britain and even, heaven help us, England. Now I am even crosser.)

It's not an official anthem at least. But what has the Prince of Wales ever done for us? And while I'm about it: why did someone think it would be a good idea to rename the second Severn crossing as Prince of Wales Bridge?

Must calm down. Listen to this instead.