Woke up this morning feeling sniffly and mostly craptacular. Meaning, alas, that I had to turn down a brunch invite. Given the rare appearance of social engagements in my life, I hate having to say no. But recuperating seemed a better choice. Okay so maybe that didn't need to stretch into an entire day of sitting around doing nothing. On the other hand, I have to work tomorrow and you probably don't so shut the hell up already...
Anti-royalists can just skip this next section. Found this on the BBC site the other day -- some really nice old photos of QE2, from a book recently published to commemorate her 80th birthday. On a related note, I recently saw a show on PBS about Windsor Castle which spent a lot of time w/ Prince Philip. He was pretty much exactly as curmudgeonly as his reputation (well, without the appalling racist quips which I've heard he's prone to). The best scene in the program, though, was a throwaway bit at the end of a segment about a polo match played on the grounds at Windsor which showed HRH getting into a car and driving away. It didn't even click with me at first that that's what was happening. Since I was seeing with my US eyes, it took me a sec to realize that she was getting behind the wheel, not into the passenger seat. You'd think the Queen would have someone to drive her around. (it's all good, tho... as long as she stays away from farmer's markets)