Tally Ho! We're Off To The Royal Reception
The kids and I were mightily disappointed that our invitations to Katie and Willie's shindig got lost in the mail, but always open to an opportunity to party (and eat cake), we decided to crash their reception. Who else would lead the Chicken Dance if we weren't there? So we parked the little bus around the corner and waited until the guys on the gin bottles had consumed enough royal punch to be more than a bit tipsy.[ Aside: They also become very 'tippy' when tipsy, what with those top-heavy fur hats; more fun than cow tipping and less work...just sayin' .] Then, with the kind of stealth that only 15 Ph.D. scientists and their sleep-deprived nanny can pull off , we stormed the gate. There were a couple of tense moments when we discovered two of the Beefeaters upright, but found that we could easily distract them but asking "What WAS that thing Beatrice had on her head"? While they were arguing about what it actually was,...