The jubilee is over, back to flower blips

I am normally quite cynical but the jubilee celebrations really struck home to me. It showed Britain as I want it to be, a place where a military parade did no consist of rockets and tanks but of men wearing 17th century uniforms riding on horses,  where chaps do tricks on bikes while on the top of moving Range Rovers, where the whole front of Buckingham Palace, and the sky above are covered with a phenomenal light show, where world famous entertainers only do one or two songs because there is a lot of other stuff to be done, where multi million pound jets are used to write 70 in the sky and so so many other things. And where the head of state, the most senior person in this land and the commonwealth is seen having tea and discussing events with a fictitious Peruvian bear.  The Queen just radiates a dedication to duty, integrity, honesty and sincerity, some one you can trust to do and say the right thing and still has a sense of fun
It was all magical, Britain at its best, professional but with lots of humour and silliness.
Then came Monday and a return to normality and the realisation that so many of those qualities the Queen has are so missed in everyday public life.
So back to earth with a bump.