Every time I ran back round to re-join the queue I entered with an increasingly elaborate fake beard & hat combo so I wouldn’t be recognised
My real issue though is given my fashion sense, they nearly assumed I’d come to carry her coffin out with me (though it’s hardly my fault that the only two types of people in the world who still wear frock coats on the daily are me and funeral directors)
Thank you friend; having taken notes from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, I’m keeping the Queen safe by storing her coffin among dozens of elaborate fakes in an ancient cave which I will then guard for all eternity.
When the Germans/revolutionaries/authorities (delete as applicable) arrive, they’ll have to use deduction and reasoning to discover which is the real Queen’s coffin, lest they suffer a terrible fate.
The group of people who care about the British royals here tend to consist mostly of little old ladies. I’m afraid that should they come for you, you already have lost.
Instructions unclear. Bought more Bloodborne merch
Realising the enforced day off today means I have 4 instead of 5 days to madly scramble for the last things prep wise before going away for a work trip.
My anxiety is genuinely through the roof already ._. Spare me…