Wednesday, March 11, 2009

The Queen doing the School run

On this island they speak a language similar to my own and sometimes I forget that I'm the one with the accent. It's for those reasons and more that I sometime forget I am a foreigner. Then like a bug into an open mouth, I am reminded.

The other day I was late for a hair cut, because the hereditary head of state had to go from one palace to another by a horse-drawn entourage. Ah, London.

1 comment:

  1. Given that this particular hereditary head of state spent her late teenage years driving and maintaining cars in the nation's armed forces, traveling by horse-drawn carriage is probably not to her liking either!