Entry 433

Cultural event

Today all of my boxes were about tomorrow. The Coronation. At first I felt like I was doing rather well. Felt apparently being the operative word. Rory said by lunch that I was irritable. It might have been a paper describing the 'holy nature' of the 'sovereign at the Anointing.'

After that Rory and I decided to go to the Aquatics Center. Which could be a bigger mistake than staying home and becoming irritated.

I did the 10 meter and slammed into the water on my side.

I was angry and distracted and when I got home it was there. The Crown of St. Edward was sitting on the table like any other Goddamn objet d'arts in the Palace.

Then Rory insisted on putting the fucking Crown on my head. Then he and Callum bowed. Tomorrow is the fucking Coronation.