MickiQ
In My Defence I was left Unsupervised
Mrs Q has been invited by her friend J to go down to that there London and stand in The Queue for several pointless hours. Mrs Q has declined. However the reason J is asking around is that her husband has point blank refused to go with her.
At this point Youngest Q who has an evil streak in her suggested that if J's husband truly loved her then he would go with her, pointing out that her own brother went to see Ed Sheeran at Wembley with his glrlfriend and Son Q doesn't even like Ed Sheeran.
Ignoring her mother's snort of derision and disbelief she offered her belief that I would be willing to do it if Mrs Q really wanted too.
So what about you Urbs? I know none of you would ever go of your own volition to file past a wooden box (that might only contain spud or bricks for all we know) but what if the one you loved most in the world was desperate to go? Would you swallow your disdain for the Monarchy and stand for hours shivering in the cold or rain to prove your devotion?
At this point Youngest Q who has an evil streak in her suggested that if J's husband truly loved her then he would go with her, pointing out that her own brother went to see Ed Sheeran at Wembley with his glrlfriend and Son Q doesn't even like Ed Sheeran.
Ignoring her mother's snort of derision and disbelief she offered her belief that I would be willing to do it if Mrs Q really wanted too.
So what about you Urbs? I know none of you would ever go of your own volition to file past a wooden box (that might only contain spud or bricks for all we know) but what if the one you loved most in the world was desperate to go? Would you swallow your disdain for the Monarchy and stand for hours shivering in the cold or rain to prove your devotion?