"They Say the Sun never sets on the British Empire... "
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The Sun was slowly rising in the middle of the Atlantic, in between the timezones no one really could get a grasp of whats going on... The Queen's Flight drifted across the yellow-lit ocean, the Red tail art gleaming in the early morning sun.. On the plane itself it seemed like it was the afternoon already, from pilot to chef, the plane bustled like a full restaurant. The Queen had just awoken so it was 'All Hands to Action Stations'.. She took her tray in bed, Prince Philip sitting next to her, reading The Sun. The Queen, against steretype actually drunk 'PG Tips'...
"Philip... Why do we always have to visit the American Colonists? Why don't we have the chance to go to India more often, or Australia... Ever since the bloody war 300 years ago, its 'America This, America That'..."
Philip, pushed his glasses down onto his nose and looked at his wife of 50 years..
"My dear, you are the Queen, you dont have to visit these damned colonists.. But I'm sure if you didn't they would be up in arms about it... Again. Just think that soon enough we will be back at Windsor with the family."
The Queen sighed and went back to her Sudoku...
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"Please Welcome... Her Majesty The Queen!"
The Crowd at Boston Logan Airport cheered, the Protocol began. The Anthem was played, a pretty little girl brought the Queen flowers and the Mayor of Boston and Governor-General met her. The Queen was then safely escorted through the chilly Boston air into the Royal Bentley which had come the day before.
The Queen was briefed on the day, Lunch with Edward Kennedy, MP... Then onto Dinner in New York with Prime-Minister Obama.. Today was going to be a long day.