A dream of speaking to Her Britannic Majesty


I was with Kyrle. We were in a grand house in London. It was daytime and we stood in a large and sparsely furnished room. It was carpeted with a dark pink worn carpet. There wa sa large bright poisehd brown wooden glass cabinet on the right hand side. Items were placed on its ledge. We sorted through them. There was stuff to take awya

The Queen called and spoke to myself and kyrle. I cannot remember what was said. Both of us wer eoddly unfazed about speaking to her on the phone. She said sosmething banal and courteous. She would know how to.

I cannot think what it is about/ My junk in my radio rentals? Their acquisition of more rugs?


About Calers

Born Belfast 1971. I read history at Edinburgh. I did a Master's at UCL. I have semi-libertarian right wing opinions. I am married with a daughter and a son. I am allergic to cats. I am the falling hope of the not so stern and somewhat bending Tories. I am a legal beagle rather than and eagle. Big up the Commonwealth of Nations.

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