We did see the King leave the theatre and get into his stretch limo from which he gave us a royal wave. I wonder when D2, some day, walks down the aisle to marry his grandson, will he remember the little girl with the grim face and slightly stained red dress. Oh that's Plan B by the way.
Tonight I'm off to the Irish Embassy for a reception in honour of St Patrick's Day. There will be no more hob-nobbing for the rest of the week though. The sun is shining, the ice is melting, and - shh don't tell anyone - I think Spring might finally be on its way.
HAPPY ST PATRICK'S DAY