The only time I saw the Queen was in 1977 during her Silver Jubilee. I was 3 years old and she was at Roscoes Roundabout in Cheadle in a big black car, posh glove waving at the crowd. Mum bought me a windmill and my brother Jonny a union flag on a stick.
We waved them so excitedly and the queen waved back at hundreds of us, it felt like magic. It seemed if I was going to blog about anything this week then the way she made 3 year old me feel in that tiny moment of a memory felt like the right thing to do.
With thanks and warmth, rest in peace The Queen.