|'The Queen' meets The B......|
Jubilee fever here.
OK, so 'fever' might be stretching it a little . . . .
But Dr Z has ensured that The B&G each have a flag.
Commemorative plates too, the wonderfully-bad kind, reduced from £6 to £3.50 as the big sale starts, manufactured in China and finished using a paint that renders them hazardous to eat from.
Street parties, festivals, flags flapping from cars and bunting galore, The B&G have at least experienced the occasion, even if the complexities of the monarchical system remain incomprehensible.
"But what if The Queen gets bored of being The Queen and wants to do something else?" The B asked a little earlier.
"Such as what?" I replied.
The B thought about this for a moment.
"Drive a train?" he asked.
He almost got a chance to ask Her Majesty, although The Queen encountered in a neighbour's front garden turned out to have been fashioned, in the main, from straw, old clothes and chicken wire.
"It's not really The Queen," The B told me knowingly, having first cast a suspicious eye over the character in question. There's just no fooling him sometimes . . . .