There is a place in the world where I dream of being since the announcement of the coronation of Charles III: in his head. This sacred place between two ears of anthology to which even the all-powerful BBC cameras do not have access.
7h. It’s YOUR day my Charles. You are a champ! It’s your revenge on the surly people of the college and on time too, which made fun of you to make you hang around for half a century.
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8:15. My 2,000 guests arrive. Who is there already? Never mind. Nothing makes sense, he will always miss Elton John.
9h. That’s it, it’s going up. I am hot. There, in the neck. What if I slip on the hyper-gloss floor of the abbey? What if the crown is too small for my head? Or the opposite ? What if I suddenly don’t believe in God anymore? Or worse, if I don’t want to be king? Eh ? Did we think about that?
9h30. You say anything Charles, of course you want. You dream of it. To you the jewels, the weightless decisions, the royal salutes. God, you believe it, since it’s you. Now concentrate. Think ” ancestors “. What would William the Conqueror have done in your place in 1066 in the midst of a panic attack?
10:30 a.m. Wait, wait again. Why was I woken up so early? Ah yes, it’s true, Camilla too, she is crowned today. It’s not really MY day then.
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11:20 a.m.. How long is two kilometers in a carriage? It’s not written on Maps, there are only feet, buses, bikes, cars… Don’t we have Waze?
11h45. I am two “cuckoos” tendinitis. Why I didn’t recover the artificial arm with the gloved hand that salutes alone in the succession?
12h. Here we are. Let’s go for the recognition, the oath, the anointing, the in…? Damn, what was it after the anointing? Oh the investiture! Yes, the crown what.
12h40. It’s in-ter-mi-na-ble. I have beautiful never eat lunch, I’m hungry. Then I get bored. Like a dead king. It’s awful. Luckily I cut the party short. How did my mother do it?
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12h45. At the same time, in 1953, we did not have the entertainment at our fingertips, the infinite Instagram feeds and the episodes which follow one another on Netflix. Of course it was bearable such a beard, but in 2023… I will not be a little ADHD, me?
14h. It’s silly, but I wish mom was here to see this. Her little boy, his head in the crown, his gaze proud, dignified. I may have missed my twenties but this decade, there, I feel good.
3:15 p.m.. Oh great! The balcony. It reminds me of my childhood, we are at the very top with this little breeze. Who better than us?
15h45. We observe planes fly by. But that’s completely absurd. And not green at all, I who am very green, it bothers me. Why do more? It’s painful, it makes noise, it scares the dogs and then it makes me jealous: I want to be on the plane, not watch it.
3:30 p.m.. It’s already over. It was a bit short after all, right? Ok, back to normal life.
