Bugger bugger
bugger!
GWEN. RHYS. I need festive Welsh dishes and fairy cakes! Rhys, I know you can do amazing things with snacks. I'm on my knees and not in the fun way!
HART, drag yourself in and bathe. I will hose you down if I must and you won't enjoy it as much as it sounds like you will.
ANDY, I need the streets cleared to the Plass tomorrow, two-thirty-ish. Can I count on you? How'd you like to meet the Queen?
MARTHA, can you help decorate? I know, I know, you're a doctor and I'm asking you to hang banners, but I doubt she needs a check-up. OH, PICK OUT SOME TEAS! Do that first!
DOCTOR, keep being charming, you're doing brilliantly.
JACK, BATHE MAX. FIND YOUR UNIFORM, she loves your uniform. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO COOK FOR HER.
T, erm, please reassure me that the Queen doesn't die tomorrow. SOD SPOILERS.
She's coming at three and bringing the corgis. QUICK, SOMEONE TEACH MYFANWY NOT TO EAT CORGIS. OR PRINCE CHARLES IF HE SHOWS UP.