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‘It would give me a
great pleasure’, she said, I repeat the Queen’s words after I have closed the
door behind me. Suddenly, I feel dizzy and quite overwhelmed.
The Queen knows our name! She knows where we live… and… and
she wants to have supper with us, I announce to my husband who has just
reappeared from the bedroom, dressed more appropriately in the formal bathrobe
attire. We actually match... perfectly.
You mean ‘dinner’? The Queen wants to eat with us?!!! Wow! I
knew it! I knew sooner or later the European
Debt Crisis is going to affect the UK, but I had no idea that the monarchy is
hurting this much!
I look at him, not quite sure whether he is being facetious
or dead serious. I choose the middle road to avoid another flare-up of argument while the Queen of England is standing on the other side of our front door.
This is not about the European economy and the Queen needing
a handout from us! It’s… it’s like… She said, ‘It would give me great pleasure to
have supper with your family.’ It sounded like… like she wanted to hang out
with us… get to know us and let us get to know her… as she really is… not the
way the tabloids portray her, or movies or books portray her… or even what we
project onto her from our own ideas about who she is. I think she wants us to get to know her the
way she really is... the way her close her friends know her…
That's cool! In that case, what are we waiting for?!!! Open the door! Invite
her in! He suddenly pauses, as if he just remembered something very important. He frowns and asks, not necessarily expecting an answer from me, since Sunday night's dinner is his responsibility:
What are we having for dinner tonight?I wonder if the Queen of England likes to eat Papa John's pizza?
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