For reasons I have never fully understood, my mum and my grandparents spent the night before the coronation in the grounds of Buckingham Palace. My mum had even got to sit in the Gold carriage I believe.This must have been before my gran got a fantastic view òf The Coronation, atop a pile of horse poo. The best seat in the house, as I understand it
My grandmother was quite a character. She told me she had been walking to work one day when the elastic had gone in her knickers. Rather than haul her underwear up in the middle of the street, she had grabbed them and chucked them into the nearest shop, which had had later discovered, as she went to pick them up, was a gent’s outfitters. She had never collected them.
I remembered this story as I was walking home with a lad and my own knicker elastic had gone. I couldn’t wait to get back on my bike to be able to hitch up my undies.
It is a frustratingly vague recollection of a conversation with my grandparents.
This may have been for the crowning of her father, I am unsure… On further reflection I think they had mentioned seeing Prince Charles. They had@preserverofmomories stayed in the servants quarters and mum got to sit in the gold coach. 😳 She has always talked about it. It meant a lot to her.
Only in my family would we give a pile of horse poo, a starring role in history…
I think Mum’s bottom went where few other bottoms have been before.
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