Happy Friday! Happy first day of June! I'm feeling in a celebratory mood.
This weekend, with a little pomp and circumstance, I'm going to join in the celebrations for the 60th anniversary of the accession of Queen Elizabeth II to the throne, from my little corner of California.
Sixty years, that's quite an achievement. During her long reign Elizabeth II has managed to remain calm - suffering through bothersome in-laws, ever diminishing dominions, the waxing and waning of the monarchy's popularity and her famous annus horribilis - which I'd like to think could possibly be attributed to drinking wine. However, I hear the Queen often favours martinis over first-growth clarets. But still, I bet she has a more than passable collection of Bordeaux in the cellars beneath Buckingham Palace.
So with my Union Jack embellished serviettes, fairy cake cases and yards and yards of bunting I'm ready for a party in Vinoland.
Deus servo Regina.
