Alex woke me early this morning. What time is it she asked. 6.30 I said. She was up, showered, and back on the bed drying her hair 5 minutes later. Make us a coffee, love, she said. I decoded this. I knew she wanted me out of the bed chamber this morning while she dressed for work. So me and Blue sloped down to the kitchen. Twenty minutes later Anne Boleyn swept downstairs resplendent in regal purple, her hair a deep auburn and tied back in a golden brocade thingy. The front was decorated with an array of pearls and other tasteful jewels and broaches. The sight of her took my breath away. Your majesty, I sighed, as I sank into a deep curtsy. Blue had a cautious sniff and wagged her bunty tail furiously. It's History day at the school and the corridors and classrooms will be heaving with Vikings, Romans, Tudors and Victorians. I watched the rubbernecking from the upstairs window as Anne Boleyn got into the car to drive to work. What a way to make a living.
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