The Met

Yesterday I drove Doris the Morris for the wedding of two friends.  We started at the Berkeley in Knightsbridge, and made our way to the National Liberal Club.  What a day – Trooping the Colour had closed some roads, an accident stopped traffic on Hyde Park Corner, and the Orangemen were out marching, closing most of the other useful roads.  However, as we rounded Parliament Square to find both Whitehall and the Embankment cordoned off, a policeman parted the cones and ushered us through.  A police motorcycle gave us an escort up the Embankment.

The Met couldn’t have been more kind and nice and jolly.

Sadly, the guests’ bus didn’t make it – by the time they reached Parl Sq, the Irish had made too much ground.


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