|In front of Queen’s House, Buckingham Palace, London|
Last April, every girl believed fairy tales do come true when commoner ‘Kate’ married Price William. As such, I figure Eloise should be schooled in a possible career option of becoming Queen.
The Future Queen of Something (Eloise) and
Dame Lady Lame (my mom and her pinned ankle)
back pack carrier, baby reins, camera, tickets
Before entering the State Rooms you are advised that:
I had read the Palace’s website children travel tips and had mentally prepared to check the pram and not take any photographs during the tour. I purposely lugged the backpack carrier as the Palace’s website mentioned they provide carriers subject to their availability. We queued and cleared the airport-style security screening. As I surrendered the pram, I was told that I must also part with my Little Life backpack and was offered a complimentary hip support carrier. Perplexed and frustrated I strapped on hip support and hit play on the audio guide.
The survival game tactic became just that: games.
call the color: Thanks in part to most rooms being named after a color this game got some good use. Green Room, Red Room, White Room. The Music Room got a quick Twinkle Twinkle solo as no dominant color struck Eloise.
spot the tick-tock: Thanks to Hickory Dickory Dock, Eloise loves to spot clocks. The Queen’s got a few in every room. Eloise won this game time and time again.
|the Queen’s modest back garden|
After queuing for our belongings we learned the only exit is across the Queen’s gardens. Modest would not be a term to describe the length of the footpath.
Mom and I needed a cocktail and an osteopath. We shuffled our wearied bodies along the gravel path taking little notice of the flowers and praying to find a taxi waiting on the other side of the wall. We arrived at the pearly exit gates and presented our tickets to validate for a future return only to be told it did not apply to our lousy stumps.
In exchange for this misfortune, perhaps Her Majesty will take pity and arrange a weekend stay for the three of us in one of her 52 private bedrooms or at least offer a spot of tea in one of her 19 State Rooms?
As I tucked Eloise in to bed that night I whispered our mantra, “Remember, it is good to be Queen”.
Your faithful servant,