A tall woman from Washington arrives at my front door to stay for two night's over the Jubilee. She is wet from the rain. 'Are you a fan of the monarchy?' I ask over a cup of tea. 'I suppose I am a bit', she says, her legs crossed on my sofa, 'I came over for William and Kate's wedding'. I nod. 'Actually I also came over for the Golden Jubilee - it was a fantastic occasion'. 'You're quite keen then', I suggest. 'And the Queen Mother's funeral was really beautiful'.
Sadly she doesn't have a middle name so today's instead belong to the object of her affection and the reason a thousand boats floated down the Thames on a grey afternoon.
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