This is a confession my Mum made to me no one knows, [sorry Ma.]
At the time of the Coranation my Mum was 9, and poor as a Church mouse. In school assembly the Head asked if anyone was going to watch the event on television, still a rare thing then. A few little hands were raised, and to bolster her low self esteem my Mum raised her hand and said her Uncle was taking her to London, to watch the thing for real.
The day of pomp and pagentry was spent hiding in a hen house on said Uncle's pen, so as not to be seen to be a liar.
Luckily before returning to school she was able to watch the whole thing at the pictures. This enabled her to stand in front of the whole school, and give her talk on 'My day in London watching the Coronation.' When really like most kids then, a trip to Blackpool was as far as any of them ever dreamed of going.
Apparently her talk was really entertaining. l don't know who l take after
