Farewell To Our Queen.

My husband started watching the coverage on TV in the afternoon.  But I didn't sit down until 5.30 p.m.

I always knew it was going to be spectacular, and despite it being very long, it went by in a flash.

We stayed up until 2 a.m.  I only went to bed then, because I was having the girls in the morning.

If our stupid Prime Minister had made Tuesday, our National Day of Mourning instead of Thursday, people would've been able to stay up later.

But I'm proud of my granddaughters who made it to 9 pm.  And my daughter to 11pm.

But so incredibly proud of my country of birth, who always do these special occasions so impeccably.