A couple of weeks ago, Daddy went up to London on business (I thought I'd write that, to make him feel important when he reads it!). Mummy and I tagged along in his suitcase.
Whilst he worked, we played. We took in Saint Paul's cathedral, the Millenium bridge (which didn't bounce nearly enough), the London Eye, and then, after a mad dash accross Westminster bridge (and a wrong turn into Downing Street), the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace.
Mummy overheard a tour guide telling his crowd that "this was the absolute best spot to see it all from". So Mummy pushed me in there quick. And we had a lot to see. HM was recieving VIPs that day, and they arrived by golden coach (I checked for telltale pumpkin leaves sprouting from the top) topped with a full compliment of footmen.
"That's how you get to see the Queen, Sophie", Mummy said to me. "You have to be important and go in a coach."
"No Mummy, I'll just go and knock on the door", I replied with the confidence of one who always has time for visitors.
"I don't think she'd answer", said Mummy.
"Yes she would", said I, undaunted. "I'll just go round the back!"
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