It would be an exaggeration to say that Camilla nearly ran me over today, but it is true that her motorcycle out-rider did stop on the zebra crossing just as I was about to step out, and her car swept by but a moment later. What on earth she was doing in the back streets of South London I have no idea. It must be nice being ferried around everywhere completely out of touch with reality. Much like a teenager then.
It's a Royal week this week as next weekend we are going to a charity fund raiser that is diamond jubilee themed. This will leave me in a dilemma. The Cat's Mother is part of the organising committee for the NSPCC, and helping children is a good thing (although on some days, I do wonder) so attendance is a pre-requisite for staying at the family home. But she seems disinclined to allow me to go as Charles I's executioner, so I need suggestions for a costume. Any will be welcome.
