Penny Mordaunt was poised and dignified, the royals were beaming and my kids weren’t arrested at the protest. Who cares about rain?
Britain haemorrhages history, with a host of ghosts in every nook and cranny. Whether monarchist or republican, it was fascinating to watch Charles and Camilla being stitched into time’s tapestry, with all that pomp and pageantry.
If Brits could choose Olympic categories in which you’d be guaranteed gold, they’d be queueing, quipping, pomping and pageantry-ing. Nobody does it better.
