I had my first Royal dream last night, thanks to this thread.
DH and I had been invited to Sandringham for Christmas as I am Zara’s cousin but very low down on the pecking order (don’t know how that works I must be from the Philips family otherwise I’d be Beatrice or someone). Anyway, this was my first visit to Sandringham and everyone was squashed in like sardines. We (the girls, and by god they were mean girls) were hand washing our clothes and trying to dry them on airing racks.
We went to dinner and DH made the fatal mistake of calling out “waiter, waiter” as he wanted some more wine. The Queen was at the head of the table and was apoplectic- bright red in the face - and furiously declared how disappointed she was in DH who also went bright red in the face as the entire table load of minor, and unheard of, Royals descended upon him like a pack of wolves.
As we then left to go up a grand staircase to go to the Drawinf Room, the mean girls made catty comments about my dress and only Mike Tindall would talk to us.
The Queen was then dressed in that interesting outfit which queen posted the other day, complete with Sorting Hat. The Queen handed out velvet goodie bags which contained firework bombs and then I woke up.
No sign of Philip though...