It's a tradition in many British houses on Christmas Day afternoon to flop out on the sofa post-dinner, and watch the Queen's Speech. But not in mine. Because if I wanted to spend Christmas Day listening an old woman blethering on about her miserable year, I'd invite my mum round. Ahahaha. Just kidding, mum. And ma'am.
ps. Does anyone else think that Her Maj is smirking in an 'I just let rip with a silent but deadly' manner in this pic? Or am I heading for the Tower?
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