I've been invited to morning tea.
(And yes, that would be exciting news in itself, because I really don't get invited to morning tea very often, though interestingly I went to a lovely morning tea for my friend Mandy's son's Barmitzvah on Monday morning, but now I'm rambling in my profound excitement....)
I've been invited to morning tea with the Queen.
Oh BUGGER. I keep saying that. Must have been those darn Jubillee celebrations. I'm a republican, I'm not even that interested in the Queen, though admittedly I did go to Buckingham palace when I was in London and looked out for Prince Harry, and was quite disappointed when I didn't see him, and oh lord, I'm rambling again...
No, I've been invited to morning tea with the Prime Minister of Australia, Ms Julia Gillard. At Kirribilli house. To chat, and, er, do whatever else one does with the Prime Minister (NOT curtsey. I have to remember that. DO NOT CURTSEY.)
I imagine there will be food - tiny little cakes and cucumber sandwiches, and finger buns, and elegant pots of tea. There will be other Women From the Online World present, whose names I will not reveal to you now, for fear of repercussions from the CIA (or is that in America? I've been watching too much West Wing....)
Anyway, I feel extremely honoured that my humble forays into blogging have led to such an exciting opportunity. Not everyone gets to have morning tea with the Queen. I mean Julia! JULIA!!! And right now, I am preparing for the event by agonising over what to wear, biting my nails, and practicing eating cucumber sandwiches without getting crumbs all over my top.
Oh, and saying 'A pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty.'
I mean 'Ms Gillard. MS GILLARD!!!'