aff queen and i (3)

Aff Queen looked from the balcony of the royal quarters at Dublin Castle.
The city was spread out like a cloak before her, lights glittering in the darkness.
Behind her Prince Philip was using the bedside phone to order a takeaway.
He was becoming ever more agitated by the language barrier which exists between Ireland and England.
Finally he could contain himself no longer.
"Now listen you slant eyed yellow lepechaun," he bellowed into the receiver. "I want a sweet and sour chicken with boiled rice, and a roast duck Cantonese style with chips. And if there's any mistake I'll have your balls in chicken chow mein."
He slammed down the phone.
On the balcony Queen Elizabeth was a study.
A lily hand rose to her cheek.
"Oh Philip," she murmured softly to the night winds. "You've done it again."