As I write this I am drinking coffee at Heathrow, patiently waiting to be called to board my flight home from the coronation of Charles and Camilla.
Well, not quite true. In fact if I lift my eyes slightly I can see rain falling on roses, as it has done every day for the last week. Had my invitation not gone astray in the mail, as I assume it did, however, I would have been there like a shot. Not simply because I am a fan of the monarchy, which I am, but for the history, to witness an ancient ritual conducted in an ancient building, parts of which date back to the 11th century.
And to have a cup of tea and a marmalade sandwich with my cousin in Oxford.
Every cloud has a silver lining though, and had I been on the other side of the world I would have missed the dubious pleasure of reading Shaneel Lal's column in last week's Herald on Sunday.

