Perhaps I had been watching too much jubilee coverage. A few nights ago, I dreamed I was at a garden party in Queen Elizabeth’s back yard at Buckingham Palace. Princess Beatrice and Princess Eugenie, who were still children, had stumbled over a pile of poetry shards lying in the grass and were stooping down to examine it with great interest and compassion as though it were a wounded animal. Meanwhile, the rest of the party was riding away on horses, wearing red coats and fox hunting clobber. The queen was nowhere in sight.
Sounds like something out of Alice in Wonderland, doesn’t it? At least Her Royal British Majesty wasn’t shouting, “Off with her head!” Queen Elizabeth seems too good-tempered to ever say such a thing.