Bishu.

Thank you my Indian Mate for reading my nonsense of yesterday, In spite of my warnings quite a number of people decided to read my rubbish. A game of Brain versus Intellect, I really enjoyed my writing exercise it helped to get rid of a few hardly noticeable blocks that had crept into my head. It is strange how these pieces of hardly tangible ideas manage to nest in one's brain box.

I went with my Queen for a coffee and a cake this morning, Her Majesty was extremely gracious and decided that todays treat would be managed from her state monies. I with my vast knowledge of Royalty accepted this most unusual form of tenderness and put a good face on this form of Royalty meted out by my own wonderful Queen going by the name of Martha.

Not much traffic on the roads this morning in fact I was beginning to wonder whether the Hobgoblins had enticed all of the heavy lorries off from the roads away to their own secret hiding place. Not a subject for her Majesty I am afraid so this was not mentioned in the hum drum conversation that went on between Her Royal Highness and myself her most obedient footman.

One small fact that I feel I must pass on, Today on out way to coffee we were escorted by two Police Cars, Yes my friend one in front and one at the back. I wonder whether the Police Officers knew that they were escorting, if only for a short distance. Her Royal Majesty and me her obedient Footman. Unfortunately there were no sirens going adding music to our journey. I somehow love those Saint Martins Horns, that wise men have decided to call these small but powerfully noisy horns.

Trade if one could call it that was not very good at the coffee shop, it was Her Majesty that mentioned that we have a very high date and most people receive their hard earned payments on the first day of each month.

One thing that I must tell you. You know that I am not the one to pass on scandal but I feel that I must tell you about the two young people that came in to the Coffee Shop while Her Majesty and I were drinking our refreshments. The young man took his Lady to a table seating her as if she was indeed a Queen and kept her smiling with his conversation. The waiter went to their table and he asked his young Queen what was her choice. Both started talking until the waiter returned with not coffee, but some delicious looking Ice Cream. Her Majesty whispered to me and I walked over to where the waiter was standing we exchanged a few words and a small sum of money. Her Majesty and I went to our Royal Vehicle and returned to our residence in the Better part of town. Her Majesty looked at me and then said, “Why do you not ask why?” Oh! Your Majesty I saw in that young pair as if a mirror was taking us back to the days where I had very little of this Worlds goods. I would have been delighted if some kind soul had paid for our ice Cream all of those years ago.

Lunch was royal indeed with minced meat and Potato thin strips beaten up with egg and a little flour, fried and eaten in the Luxurious dining room. A cup of tea was drunken as part of our royal custom. Four or five cups of Darjeeling Tea is one very old custom in the Palace of the Shaw's.

If you ever come to visit be warned Tea can be made in a very few minutes and is easily prepared and ready to be consumed by day and indeed by night. As I say an age old custom started off by one very old lovely lady Gran Shaw. Bishu I hope that this small episode finds you and your wonderful Family in good health and in festive health as we are here in the Shaw Kingdom. Fare thee well Mate of mine may your wishes all come true and may your Pen flow well with that magic ink that I know that you use. Each of your well written words tell me their own story. From her Majesty Martha and me Bern footman to the same keep smiling and write, write, write.