Did you receive yours?
Did you receive your invitation? Me neither.
Oh well, I would have had to go shopping. For a new morning coat or lounge suit. Lounge suit, leisure suit. Get them confused all the time. As for a morning coat, methinks it might be something other than that terry bath robe that gets me through my mornings. And then, a gift.
What do you buy for someone who already has everything? What kind of knick-knack wouldn’t be lost in the corner of a vast, drafty palace?
In keeping with their new, über-Royal outlook on life, the couple (pair?) have asked that actual gifts only come from acquaintances. Is that like “friend” on Facebook? All others should donate to charity. How perfectly noble! Quote from the CBC story:
Buckingham Palace spokesman David Pogson said it might simply be understood that people can give to the less fortunate instead of sending gifts to the monarchy.
No sense in taking offense at the term “less fortunate”; it’s a reality check for the rest of us, to include with our cheque. After all, we haven’t had a Royal wedding (with any lasting ability) in ages. And the best of DVD is out there, somewhere, waiting for the truly nostalgic.
But back to the invite. Is it because of something I said? Did the protocol officer not have an up-to-date mailing address (I’ve only had the same postal code for twenty-five plus years)? Was my name too far down the list, so that they’d run out of of gilt after the first 1800 and decided to draw a line?
No hard feelings.
