To look at the Queen
May. 7th, 2009 08:31 pmIt broke 100 degrees in Tucson today, for the first time this year. Classes are over, and the campus was eerily quiet. The landscapers whipped out the wilted pansies around the building where I work, and replaced them with zinnias, which are somewhat more summer-proof. On my way home, I was chatting with a security guard who had stopped to admire the new flowers, and mentioned that I grew up in England. So, as one does, she asked me if I'd ever seen the Queen.
As it happens, I have. Twice. After all, it's a fairly small country, and being seen is in a sense her job, so the odds against it aren't that high.
The first time was on purpose, ( and it happened on this wise. )
The second time, almost twenty years later, was more or less by accident, ( and this was the manner of it. )
As it happens, I have. Twice. After all, it's a fairly small country, and being seen is in a sense her job, so the odds against it aren't that high.
The first time was on purpose, ( and it happened on this wise. )
The second time, almost twenty years later, was more or less by accident, ( and this was the manner of it. )
