I read this years ago and I have always wanted to share it. It is supposed to be a true story; you’ll have to decide for yourself. I soooo hope it is.
The Queen was entertaining a visiting head of state; they were parading down the Mall in a horse-drawn carriage, chatting nicely, when one of the horses made what can only be described as a rude noise.
QEII: I’m so sorry about that.
HoS: Please don’t apologise; if you hadn’t said anything, I’d have assumed it was the horse.
[…] Tory Boy told us that, contrary to popular belief, St Stephen’s Chapel is not a chapel, but a hall. Thanks for clearing that up, son. There is a myth that the section of floor tile that doesn’t match is the spot where Percival Spencer was assassinated. Coughing noises and blank looks elicited the information that PS was the only British Prime Minister to be assassinated. That was news to me: I’d never heard of him, or even that we lost one. As if that wasn’t bad enough, when I Googled his name for an image, I discovered that I hadn’t been paying attention and it was, in fact, Spencer Perceval. I’m embarrassed to admit that I could probably name more American presidents than British Prime Ministers – though I can name every monarch in reverse order, going back to Henry VII. (If you want to read a funny story about the Queen, go to this). […]
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[…] can read that particular post here, or I could just include it in this post, because it’s […]
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[…] I would like to tell you the story about the Queen and the farting horse, but I’ve told it at least three times in this blog, and probably more. Instead, here’s a link to it. […]
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I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
The Laughing Housewife 
Oh too too too funny! Have a wonderful weekend!
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You can see why it stuck in my head 🙂
I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Reblogged this on Emotfit's Blog and commented:
My morning, very early morning laugh. Thank you Tilly.
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My pleasure! I love this story.
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