The Queen and I

No not H.R.H. Queen Elizabeth but himself, Freddy Mercury. I was just waiting for a program to start when I came upon Fred and the boys. The music was great but honestly Freddy in his little tidy whities or whatever it was he was prancing around in, was a sight to behold. Much as I was enjoying the music I just couldn't manage Fred. Poor Fred, with that dreadful overbite. It probably was the teeth that did it for me, however it took me back to a time in my early middle age when I lived in Prince Edward County. I had been invited to a tea party at the Anglican Vicarage. I had become pals with the incumbent priest who was a woman. She enjoyed meeting new people and through her I met all sorts of interesting types; one of them being Janet Lunn. I digress. So I got all trigged out in a skirt and heels, dressed to impress and all the way to the bunfight I had the sunroof of my little red Golf open and Queen blasting from the tapedeck. No one to hear me singing along but the cows and sheep as I barreled down to Milford. Well ,the party was very nice. A lot of much older trouts there and all very sedate as only vicarage tea parties can be. As I was saying my goodbyes the trouts came out to wave me off. I put in the clutch and turned the ignition and completely forgot that the tape was still on and cranked to high heaven. The trouts jumped and I must say so did I but nothing doing but to shove it in first and bolt trailing Fred and the boys out the sun roof. Ah memories of the County and Freddy. Just can't stand to watch him.