But returning to the Royals, and I probably will quite often, as the mum of two young boys, my heart went out to the two young boys who walked behind their mum's coffin. I felt a maternal surge of love and protection, that I have never been able to discard in favour of my Marxist principles. I wish them happiness, peace and contentment now as much as I ever did and hope they know how very proud of them their mother would have been.
The forthcoming meeting with the Trumps must I am sure, be a nightmare. Now I don't know how much the Queen gets each year (does anyone?), but I guarantee it is not nearly enough to compensate for having to spend even five minutes of her time in the company of an uncouth, ill educated, boorish oaf telling her how Windsor Castle doesn't compare to Trump Tower. We the masses have the option of telling him exactly how we feel, and we will, but the Queen and the Establishment do not.
Who gets an invite to the Royal Banquet? Now is the time for all those who despise the racist trump and his grifter family to dish out the biggest snub of their lifetimes. But will they? Will they do what their A List contemporaries on the other side of the Atlantic do and ignore the malicious oaf, or will they turn up like his paid lackeys and pay homage?