Me: It’s really lovely to have you home again.
Nell: It’s lovely to be home. A motorbike sidecar is not the most comfortable mode of transport but Rupert wasn’t letting us out of his sight.
Me: Good for him. I have a few questions.
Nell: I thought you might.
Me: Is there a particular reason why you and Harriet are still wearing your tiaras? Only you don’t look too happy about it.
Nell: Ask David.
Me: That was my other question. Do you know why Dave is looking a bit like Winston Churchill today?
Nell: David’s in charge of Coronation Sunday Songs and wants everything done properly.
Me: The Welsh Corgi Choir look delightful in their pretty red, white, and blue dresses.
Nell: They do. All this is nothing in comparison to yesterday, however. Such pomp and majesty.
Me: We certainly know how to do these things.
Nell: We do.
Me: I found it rather moving. The King looked so vulnerable.
Nell: I know what you mean.
Me: Like a rather bewildered elderly gentleman.
Nell: He knew exactly what was going on.
Me: I know but I think the sheer weight of responsibility must have been quite overwhelming, not to mention that crown.
Nell: Quite.
Me: I loved those furry cloaks. When the King and Camilla were riding in their coach to Westminster Abbey they reminded me of two polar bears.
Nell: Don’t be silly.
Me: And Princess Anne was astonishingly magnificent in that hat and on that horse.
Nell: She was.
Me: Kate looked amazing. Her headdress was exquisite. And the children were adorable.
Nell: It was a momentous and moving day but nothing is better than being home.
Me: How about a cheeky bacon sandwich before Sunday Songs?
Nell: I thought you’d never ask. I’m starving.
Me: Sorry.
