Lions and tigers and bears...oh my.
I arrived home this evening to find that a fancy envelope had arrived in the letterbox. Inside was an official invitation to the Queen's garden party at Holyrood Palace next month.
According to the invitation (which I plan to frame, because I'm a right dork), the Lord Chamberlain has been commanded by Her Majesty to invite both me and my beloved (in actuality it is a bizarre perk of my job, but a girl can dream, can't she?)
I've only just learned that I am supposed to wear a hat. You know the ones. They are either massive, like wearing a dyed basket, or tiny and containing a flurry of feathers, like a nuclear duck's nest that has gone through a salad spinner.
Unfortunately no photos are allowed. All the same I'm terribly excited. I wonder how small the sandwiches will be...
The hill at Snurrom
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