Odd day, yesterday. Listening to evensong from Temple church (about an hour after the fact), while a British royal wandered around downstairs.
Constitutionally an interesting day for them as well. Day of royal vulting with doffs in the Parliament (theoretically, I suppose, the day in which the King has his greatest authority), and, after centuries and centuries, the last day in which an hereditary peer (as such) sat in Parliament.
Apparently, the gift to the folks downstairs was a stuffed animal -- a "Roo". Fitting, I suppose, as they've already sent over a roux.
Curiouser and curiouser.