Firstly Congratulations to QE 2 on her epic Swan Song - reign record breaker, woo hoo! QM is most impressed. We used to get so excited about celebrating QE 2's jubilees and such. We remember her 25th so well, whilst visiting my British grandmother, Lydia, in her small Victorian house perched above the rocks of Bantry Bay in Cape Town. Gran was a great fan of the queen and liked to dress like her in matching twin sets and smart lady hats. We would carefully collect the silver jubilee stamps that arrived by post from England. Then we would dress my Gran up as the Queen, eat cucumber sandwiches, drink copious cups of tea and curtsey till the cows came home, and round it all off with whispered conversations about Marcheline's secret history, her royal affiliations and how she came to be in our family. Maybe one day you'll read all about it in a book, but until then, mum's the word.
That was back in the day when it was me, a tween and Marcheline and Choquet The Cat. We were the three inseparables. Sometimes my sister, the angel whisperer, would tag along, but she found us a puzzle and would prefer making puzzles instead. She puzzled about our meandering philosophical discussions. For instance, the first time we heard the ditty "Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily life is but a dream," we panicked. We were catatonic, especially Choquet. What if we were in Somebody's dream? What would happen to us when they abruptly awoke and who exactly was this Somebody? We spent days in the rock garden discussing it. It was an epic marathon debate with an open ended conclusion and that's why my sister prefers puzzles, she couldn't stand the boredom any more. We three inseparables would spend ages admiring the miracle of flowers and butterflies and nature. Choquet was a tad deviant though. We had to turn a blind eye if we noticed the tip of a wing (butterfly or bird) residual in the corner of his mouth. We also spent a catrillion (nebulous feline measurement) convos trying to reason the savageness of the food chain. Marcheline was superior, as she doesn't have to eat and would look down her nose at Choquet and me and roll her eyes and shake her head and tisk tisk. As I've mentioned before, she's an incurable romantic, an Aesthete, an idealist and a brilliant Queen with a heart of gold who has this grand plan for humans to respect the world instead of consuming it and beautify their thoughts aka her Nebubbular of Beautannia. I wish it were so.