So the Coronation invites have gone out — and it turns out that I’m NRI’ed (Not Royally Invited).
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t checking the old doormat every day (anyway, I assume they got delivered by a swanky footman, like in Cinderella) but I did sort of hope for something. I pictured His Majesty going through the invite list, turning to the Lord High Chamberlain or Chief Swizzle Stick-in-Waiting or whoever and saying, “don’t forget that lovely Rinder chap... he always adds value.”
