Her Majesty

This morning I wake relieved. My flight is booked and it's a big weight off my shoulders. I book a grab to Raos for my morning fix of brew coffee. I stay till just after lunch, before coming back and resting up as this afternoon I want to watch the Queens funeral. I set my alarm for 3pm and although I don't manage to sleep but even just putting my leg up gives me a relief from the pain. I set myself up at my little table on my balcony. I watch the people filtering into the abbey and must admit I hardly recognise any of them. I love watching anything military but today is a very special day. I watch with respect and pride at the Royal Navy playing such a monumental part in the proceedings. I learn today that the gun carriage being pulled by The Navy has only been quite a recent thing when at Queen Victorias funeral the horses misbehaved and the Navy had to step in and since then it's been a norm. It takes me back to all the gun carriage practice that took place on HMS Collingwood's training grounds. I witness a small amount of tick tocking and could have dressed one of the horse guards a little better but apart from that it's quite a process to watch. As I'm watching the BBC shows footage of the Queen in her early years and I'm shocked at how on point with her fashion she was back then. In the evening Lucky and I go for dinner to lot33. I meet up with Othman Ej and his family and I'm also pleased to see Eunice and Michael here. Ej's daughter recognises me straight away and can't believe my foot but sits in my chair with me pretty much most of the night.Læs mere