Re: Service Announcement

Of course, we all knew *exectly* what was going awn, but one couldn't say, could one? It was in all the *French* papers , but that was only to be expected, and fortunately none of the working-classes could read French, and we weren't going to tell them. So when it all came out is was such a dreadful shock, you know. Dreadful. And then poor old Bertie suddenly found himself king, and of course, you see, the poor dear could scarcely *speak*, one would see him trying to get the footman to open the door for him, and he just *couldn't* get it out, and one would just *die* from the embarrassment. And we would all have to go to the opening of some bridge, or something, and all the little mayors and town councillor chappies would be standing about, and poor Bertie would say, "I declare this br..br..br.." And sometimes we would have to wait for simply *hours*. Well, of course, the dear Queen would have none of that, and when Bertie would say at breakfast, "Please pass the bu..bu..bu..", she would just say, "Speak, damn it! Stop that stupid noise and SPEAK! If you can't ask for it properly, you'll go without!" And it did wonders for him, really. She had such a sense of fun, and I think that's what made people love her.