Not that it affects me. I am deeply involved in an IT upgrade for one of my customers, which must happen over the weekend, since heavens forfend they lose a day’s work. In fact I’m missing the handfasting of a pair of friends of mine, which is a sadness to me - the missing of it, that is.
Just to keep you in the mood, though, here is Wendy Cope’s all purpose patriotic (UK) poem.
I might consider the last line if the upgrade goes well.
Who, me? OMFG, the number of times this has been addressed in TV programs and newspapers in the UK!
Yeah, yer wumman was crowned in '53, but she ascended to the throne in '52, when the auld fella popped his clogs.
The nation must not be without a monarch, apparently.
Looks like it might rain for the Jubilee procession. That will make it all the more like the Coronation.