Have just watched Trooping the Colour. Love it. Love the sheer spectacle, the marching, the precision, the whole thing. Never fails to bring a lump to my throat. Even sang along to The British Grenadiers. Am possibly only person in 20 mile radius who knows the words. Bit disappointed that the Spitfires didn't join the Fly Past due to bad weather. But the mighty Lancaster was there, which is such an impressive sight.
From the sublime to the bloody ridiculous. Two has just made himself a cup of tea. He took a sip and spat it out. Transpired he'd forgotten to put the kettle on, and made it with cold water. As I have observed previously, this man is seriously beginning to worry me.
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