It was, as many media commentators subsequently attested, all rather splendid. Although, there was some carping later about the amount of vegetables, especially the leeks, damaged and wasted during the proceedings, most of us involved in the event were more than satisfied, despite the higher than usual incidence of later-reported bad backs, or the tendency to snigger whenever anyone brought a parsnip into the near vicinity of any of us during the following few days.
Still, it brought a smile to her face and that is always good.
Unless... of course, it is one of her dangerous smiles.
In which case it is best to be in – at least – distant foreign climes until her storms pass.
Anyway, the incident itself was not all that unusual, despite having to don the storm-proof coats and sou'westers as well as the more traditional wellies. Some of us further back in the queue as well as those in the audience had to hang on to the rigging for a while during some of her more tempestuous moments, especially during some of the more frantic activity with the wooden spoon and the loss of two serving wenches in the maelstrom.
Still, though, as she always says, once satiated, there is nothing better than home-made soup.
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