My work mate, H, eyes glistening, told me about the happiest day of his life.
When The Queen came to his village in Barbados, when he was little, like.
They practiced for weeks 'God Save The Queen' and other little ditties that might please her.
Come the day, scrubbed, new white shirt, union jack, real smart, they had to scrabble down to the main road where The Queen sailed past at 30mph.
But, but, The Queen looked right at him and smiled and waved. He was so happy he could have died and gone to heaven and The Queen was beautiful.
I wish you could hear him do justice to his tale.
No more.
No-one will care when Mottley and her crew turn up.
Kids will be busy anyway with their Grievance Studies.
What a world we're creating.