The king’s coronation takes place today and, if you actually give a shite, you’ll know about this already. If, like us, you don’t, you’ll probably still know about it because the whole world has been hearing about little else for the last few weeks.
That said, it wasn’t us who carried out this act of vandalism (mainly because we didn’t think of it).
Cat Daddy and I will mostly be hiding away and pretending it’s not happening. However, we couldn’t possibly let the weekend pass without this:
Yes, this is actual bunting that we have put up on our actual house; no Photoshoppery here. We live in quite a pro-monarchy street, but what’s the worst that could happen? Apart from, erm, a Molotov cocktail through the window?
If you happen to be one of the throng gathering in Central London today, good luck; you’ll need it, because it’s going to be tipping down with rain all day. We will be holed up here at Le Château, drinking Screaming Roi cocktails, eating French cheese and worshipping the one true king.
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