For the last couple of days Mrs Steve and I have amused ourselves by betting on the number of times we'll hear the ridiculous word "catafalque," uttered in hushed tones of course, in the next 5/10/15 minutes. One commentator said the coffin would rest on a catafalque, which was on a plinth, which was on a dais. I wondered whether the roof would have to come off in order to make room. Another said that "the coffin" was at rest in the Palace of Westminster. We wondered whether the Queen was still in it. This morning, a woman who had filed past the coffin after waiting for hours told the Radio 4 interviewer that her "moment alone with the Queen" had meant so much for her. She clearly hadn't looked round to see the other people in the three-mile queue...