My husband Andy is home from work today: It’s the Queen’s birthday long weekend.
I was going to sit down and write a blog post about the Queen this morning. That last sentence is rather silly, isn’t it? How many people stand up and write blog posts? But no time to go back and edit, because today I have big plans which don’t include writing. Sophie and I are going to make monsters using the sewing machine. The Queen’s birthday story will not get written. It was a silly story anyway. It was only a conversation Gemma-Rose and I were giggling over the other day...
My youngest daughter asked why Andy would be home today, today being a Monday.
“We get a holiday in honour of the Queen’s birthday," I explained, "though it’s probably not the Queen’s real birthday. She gets more than one birthday a year. Today is her Australian birthday."
“Do you think the Queen has an extra birthday cake today?” asked Gemma-Rose.
“Oh yes!” I said. “She probably says, 'Chef! Please make me a birthday cake. It’s my birthday in Australia today.'" Of course, I said that using my best posh Queen’s voice.
“I wonder if all the countries in the Commonwealth celebrate the Queen’s birthday on different days. Can you imagine: 'Chef! It’s my birthday again. I need another birthday cake!'”
Gemma-Rose giggled some more.
“I can just imagine Prince Phillip looking up from his newspaper and saying, ‘Not another birthday, dear. Didn’t you just celebrate one?’ and the Queen would reply, ‘That was my Canadian birthday. This is my New Zealand one.'”
“Wouldn’t you love to be the Queen and have all those birthdays and all those cakes?” asked Gemma-Rose.
“I’m not sure… Maybe Prince Phillip says, ‘My dear, another birthday? You are getting so old! You are ageing much quicker than the rest of us.'" I used my best Prince Phillip voice. "No, I think one birthday a year is enough for me."
“Anyway, we don’t need to be the Queen to have lots of birthdays to celebrate,” observed Gemma-Rose. “We already have lots of birthdays and birthday cakes. There are a lot of us in the family.”
“That’s true,” I agreed. “And if we didn’t have lots of children, we could always celebrate all the feast days of another Queen…. our Heavenly one.”
Thinking over that conversation, it really isn’t the slightest bit funny without hearing the royal voices. No, that story isn’t worth writing down. It’s probably just as well I have decided to help Sophie make monsters instead of wasting time writing a post called Some Queen’s Birthday Silliness.
Monsters… We’re going to use a book called Make a Monster: 15 Easy-to-Make Fleecie Toys You'll Love to Sew by Fiona Goble. I think we’ll try and make ours cute rather than ugly. We’re going to have a great time sewing together.
“Mum will you help me make a monster please?” asks Sophie.
“Of course I will!” I reply, with a smile on my face. (I have to practise what I preach.) “I love helping you!”
Actually... I do!
Actually... I do!
And if you do want to read a Queen's birthday story here's a couple you could try. They are rather silly too.