The Queen Is Dead
by Rachel Ragg
According to my seven-year-old, at any rate.
I was in the middle of preparing a gourmet feast of chicken nuggets and Monster Munch.
‘Mummy, was it three weeks ago that the Queen died?’
Me: ‘Um, she’s not dead yet.’
Daughter: ‘Yes she is. The Lord Mayor said so.’
The Lord Mayor had visited school that morning. But I find it hard to believe that he would announce the death of Her Maj in a school assembly.
Me: ‘But you saw her in the cathedral three weeks ago. She was definitely alive then.’
Daughter: ‘She died after the service. The Lord Mayor said she died in his house.’
Aha. Yes, there was a slap-up lunch in the Lord Mayor’s house after the Maundy service (I know, because I was trapped in a crowd of tourists, miles from my Pret-a-Manger sandwich).
Me: ‘Do you think he might have said “dined”?’
Long live the Queen.