God bless you, Ma'am, etc

It's Day Three of the Queen's Diamond Jubilee. We've had the day with the horses and the day with the boats, today is the day of the concert in the Mall, and tomorrow is the day of Deep and Significant Ceremony.

I'm taking the point of view of a different species here - what the cats say is not necessarily my own view. In fact, this time round, I'm surprisingly quite into the Jubilee, as is the rest of the country. The Golden Jubilee ten years ago was quite another matter - the monarchy was still suffering from its post Diana comedown and the Queens children still had the power to embarrass. Everyone tried to ignore the coming festivities until the actual day came around and then suddenly, we realised that despite everything, we still secretly loved having a Queen.

Ten years on, we're reconciled to Charles finally being married to a woman he actually loves; Wills is waiting in the wings with his own very popular queen-to-be (and arse-riffic sister-in-law); the Duke of Edinburgh is insulting all and sundry and the Queen stands at the head of it all, serene in her sensible shoes. It's a ridiculous institution and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Incidentally, by law the Queen owns Dave the Swan. Something to do with both being personifications of grace and majesty I suppose...