“If the Queen arrives first thing in the morning, will you be too embarrassed to invite her in?”
“If the Queen arrives first thing in the morning WITHOUT CALLING FIRST, she damn-well deserves to stand out on the porch while I clear a path to the sitting room.”
Such are the thoughts that whirl through my head each evening as I prepare for bed. I suppose my behavior is a throw-back to my upbringing (one-quarter English), but I simply MUST tidy up the house before retiring. While it may not be Her Highness who comes calling in the early a.m., I still like to arise in a house that looks not-so-much like a nuclear waste dump.
And since my house lies on an east-west line, with the bedrooms on the east end, I naturally start in the west wing and work my way toward the land of slumber. Which means, of course, that “company clean” does not apply east of the kitchen.
But the West Wing… the West Wing is always fit for a queen by bedtime. It’s a shame I don’t stay up later to enjoy it!