Our Bude Memory Café on Friday is a cream tea (wahoo!) to celebrate the c*r*nat*on (bugger...). I will smile sweetly and go with the flow. I even have a plastic Union Jack hat somewhere. We do have a fabulous singer called Johnny Inder for half the afternoon, so that should be good. I will not be betraying my lack of allegiances but two bottom lines I do have: I will not sing God Save the King, and there is no way I will wield a plastic union Jack. Oh Father in heaven, this chalice too shall pass...