To my loyal subjects
As you all know, the Royal missive to the nation is pre recorded sometime in July. So now that one has one's feet up against the fire and a couple of sweet sherries inside one there is time to say hello to one's Forker subjects. It is so pleasant to read over the various thoughts that the proletariat have on diverse matters such as cat excrement in one's beds. (How they can sleep at night is beyond one's ken). Here, at Buck House, the corgis are fully trained to keep all such nonsense at bay and the matter of bedding is taken care of by someone or other, I don't know who as I've never met them.
Anyway, wishing you all a very pleasant festive season, crap notwithstanding.
Hoorah for one. Hoorah for all.
Farewell until next year.