Our Queen is 85 years old, a woman who would never have been Queen had it not been for her errant uncle. She's lived through many turgid and troubling times, times of great social and economic change, of global warfare and, of course, her own family tragedies.
She should have her feet up, drinking tea and nibbling biscuits, whilst watching the King's Speech but she's donned her best garb and flown to Southern Ireland to heal the wounds of the past. It must be arduous at her age yet somehow I think she looks genuinely pleased to be there.
I have English, Irish, Welsh and Scottish blood in me. I've always thought of myself as British rather than English although I was born in England and live in England. I'm just glad and truly grateful, like the vast majority, there is peace with Ireland.
All I can add to that is -
Thank God The Queen didn't send Princess Beatrice in that hat.
By the way the hat now £18,000 on Ebay if you fancy a gander - or alternatively wait for the hats I shall be offering for sale soon on my blog. They're almost as fetching as my cupcakes.
In the meantime, someone take Philip Treacy to the The Tower.
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