This Monday morning is like no other – the day of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth’s funeral. As I swap my usual coffee for a nice cup of tea, which seems more fitting, it’s a comfort to hear stories and shared memories from those who knew or met her; stories I’ve never heard before, about how good she was at singing and Scrabble and tales of her kindness, her humour and her love for the countryside; stories that help us remember and share our mutual love and admiration.
I never met HRH The Queen directly, but I’ll never forget two times I had the honour of seeing her up close.
My first job after graduating with a media degree was as Editorial Assistant at Brownie and Guiding magazine, at the Guiding HQ in Buckingham Palace Road. I commuted by train every day and, on my first day in the job, I decided I might as well pop round the corner to the palace.
As I approached, I realised something momentous was going on – crowds and police lined the streets, so I weaved my vertically-challenged self through the crowds and asked a policeman at the front what was happening? ‘Good timing, miss,’ he replied. ‘Nelson Mandela and The Queen will be along in a minute.’