The coronation. Where do I begin? I’ve long declared myself to be a ‘Status Quoist’ when it comes to the monarchy. That I sit on the fence shouldn’t be interpreted to conclude that I see merit in the arguments put forth by both sides of the debate, or that I am in any way undecided … Continue reading The Coronation
I returned home yesterday to find Mrs P had draped bunting across the exterior of the house. Who'd have imagined? A closet monarchist indeed. Alternatively, she just enjoys a party, the colours and the atmosphere. There'll be plenty of that in London when we arrive on Sunday, I'm sure. I've always found the word 'bunting' … Continue reading The Closet Monarchist
The Mexile 