The Queen Drops Her Frock

After the surprise of finding a young man in my other kitchen yesterday I'm resigned to the fact that my 'working' life might not be the same again. And that'll be ok providing blustering foot-in-mouth Henry keeps his nose out of my affairs and his hands out of my pocket. And I've no doubt whatsoever that quiet monkey-loving Walter will do the same.
So that's the story so far...

Today I have a day away from the castle so the Queen will run around and grow and be free.
And it looks as if I'll be running around with a bare back too, on account of a fleeting day of Indian summer.
Whatever would the other Queen say?
She'd probably be pea-green with envy. I mean, could she, in her most craziest of dreams, ever enjoy such freedom, the freedom to ditch her crown and baubles and run off with the butler to knock back cocktails in a lay-by?


Goodbye...