It's a long weekend, The King's birthday. It is the first King's birthday since the Queen died.
Does it sound funny? King's birthday? No, nearly as much as I thought it might sound. King's birthday?
We're going to wash the dog, despite the weather being cold. On with the central heating and out with the hairdryer. After that we walked through the gardens and ate lunch in Carlton.
I wonder what the King is doing? Not washing his dog, I'd guess. He's got Jack Russells. He'd probably head out to lunch, though. "Fuck it, let's use the Blue Dining room instead," he might say.
"Oh, wizard," Camila might say.
Of course, it is not his really birthday, so I guess he will let it pass by without much thought.
But, thanks for the day off, Charlie.
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