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Originally Posted by Eric
She is not just a Queen ... she is The Queen.
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...and employs quite a few too.
Princess Margaret reportedly answered the phone at Buck House, and someone asked to speak to the Queen.
To which she is supposed to have replied 'Which one?'
'My mother, my sister, or my husband?'
Still, it keeps them out of mischief, as long as they don't go frightening the horses, in the Royal Mews.
I'm an ardent republican, but I admit ol' Lillibet hasn't done much wrong in the last sixty years.
Besides all the security, which follows her everywhere, I wonder how much her visit cost, weighed against the extra sausage pacifiers, that will have been sold in Greggs?
Cleaning the Town Hall stonework, new carpet up the stairs, bunting, massive floral displays, which I glaced yesterday inside the Town Hall, as well as new loos for royal tinkling.
Some wag once said the Queen thinks the world smells of new paint.
They weren't wrong.
Still, she has her bus pass.
So that's one saving, as she travels up and down the country.
I once sold her some hankies, Irish linen, hand rolled hem, top notch snot moppers, which were a gift for her cousin, who she was meeting for lunch in the Berkeley.
Nice enough little woman.
You're supposed to bill them, but of course no one ever does.
Look after the pennies...and you've more pounds to bet on the horses.