Remembrance

Today was one of those days where you learn a little bit of behind the scenes information that you had never even considered.

We were watching parts of the Remembrance Day broadcast this morning, and saw the laying of the wreaths around the Cenotaph. And as we were watching, we had a little “oh…” moment.

Because on the steps surrounding the monument, circles had been drawn. And inside each circle was an initial. And that, it turned out, was where each individual would lay their wreath. We noticed it, first, as Teresa May walked up to lay her tribute, once we’d finished joking that the band should have been playing the Darth Vader march music as she walked up. There on the stair, right there, was not a little mouse with clogs on but a circle with a big T in it. Presumably for Teresa, but it equally could have stood for Terrible or Twit.

It’s probably something that’s only really become visible with the advent of better TVs and filming equipment. I assume that such a thing has always been there. Because I can’t imagine there’s anything more awkward, say, than the Prince of Wales having to nudge a couple of wreaths along a little bit to stop his from overhanging the edge of a step.

It, along with one of the representatives of the Commonwealth and/or Colonies telling his group when to bow, raise their heads and turn around was like a little peep behind a very well regimented curtain.

Although my highlight of all the proceedings was during the singing of “God Save The Queen” which affords the Queen a moment of respite – her not having to sing about God saving herself, it would appear – to have a good look around the crowd and see who was not singing, You could see her at it. A little bit of cheeky side-eye out into the crowd, checking on her subjects, seeing if any of them will be removed from any Honours list. Or, more likely actually, checking all around to make sure Prince Andrew hasn’t set up some sort of elaborate King Ralph-esque way to launch himself to the throne rather than just become more bitter and twisted with each passing child that stands in his way.