A strange fantasy thought leapt from one brain cell to another this afternoon.
Tomorrow morning, Tuesday 6th April, the start of a new tax year and the Queen sits down to begin her breakfast.
After consuming enough to see her through what may be a strenuous morning, she settles down to read the newspapers, when she is interupted by the butler.
“Its time Maam”
“Thank you, I shall be right along” she replies.
“What the bloody hell are you up to?” says her husband, “that..that..that bloody God awful Brown idiot isn’t due for hours yet”
Rising from the table, her Majesty leaves the dining room and begins to ascend the staircase to the point where the special lift is already open. Climbing in the doors closed to whisk her upwards to the roof.
Moving swiftly to the vantage point where someone famous from Queen once played a guitar for her, looked out across St James’ park and the beautifully calm lake to where she could see Horseguards parade and the steps leading up to Downing St.
The Queen then deftly took the extra powerful megaphone from her special assistant, raised it in front of her face and firmly said…..
COME IN No.10, YOUR TIME IS UP
hey, if only….