Princess Fenella

Well I'm sure you're all wondering how the Royal Visit went.

Let me tell you, waiting for the royals is boring. Seriously boring.

When I arrived at work this morning there was an air of excitement - we normally don't have the police standing outside our office. We had been given strict instructions: if you don't arrive before 9.30 you won't be allowed in the building until 11.30. Had I not been involved in the festivities I would've used the standard: 'the underground was crap this morning' excuse to get a lie in.

Suffice to say, it was all a teensy bit exciting.

It got less exciting the more we had to wait. After those selected to attend part of his visit had assembled we waited. For almost an hour. Then he appeared, spoke, nodded and smiled a lot. We clapped, laughed and smiled where appropriate.

And then he was gone. And it was back to my desk, my emails and my spreadsheets.

Still, it made a change from my usual Wednesday morning.

A Royal Occasion

As the resident UK blogger (I know Vi gets here soon but until she says 'cutlery' instead of 'silverware' the title remains mine) I thought I'd share with you something I think you'll get a kick out of...

I'm meeting the Prince of Wales on Wednesday. Because I run in those type of circles.

I do realise people would find it more exciting if it was Prince William or Harry but I think you should still all be suitably impressed.

I'm not a fan of the royals but I am a fan of anything that makes a change from sitting at my desk at work. And if I'm going to be selected to meet him then it would be rude to say no.

So if you'll excuse me, I'm off to practise my curtsy...