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She Came, She Took the Lift, She Left.

Friday, November 15th, 2013

Today was the big day – The Queen and Prince Philip came to visit me at work. I have never thought myself to be even slightly interested in the Queen or any of the royal family and I didn’t think the Queen’s decision to pop in to my office would really be a big deal for me. However as her arrival became more imminent, I felt my excitement levels rising, similar to when I stalked Paul Hollywood at the Lowry Outlet shopping centre. I even woke up 15 minutes earlier than normal in order to go for a run, have a shower, make my lunch, eat breakfast, and get to work with time to spare, just in case she decided to take an earlier train from London.

Over the past week, I had received mass-staff emails explaining the rules for the day (Only blue lanyards were allowed. No coats to be hung on the backs of chairs.) and finally the email explaining what to do if you make eye contact with the Queen arrived. The key points were to curtsy if you’re girl, bow if you’re a boy; to address the Queen as Your Majesty first, followed by Ma’am (as in ham, not as in harm); and that it is socially inappropriate to touch the Queen. It didn’t say we couldn’t touch Phil though.

She wasn’t early. In fact, she was late but that’s ok when you’re the supreme ruler of an extensive area of land. For approximately an hour before her car pulled up outside The Co-Operative’s Noma building, staff members secured their positions along the balconies looking down into the  open foyer area. My desk is conveniently located next to one of these balconies so I just waited for the “The Queen is Here” music to start before sticking my head over the edge for a gander.

Prime viewing positions.

Prime viewing positions.

And there she was, a tiny speck of peacock blue in the expansive Co-Op building. She waddled in, crossed the foyer and went straight into one of the building’s temperamental lifts. Which floor would she go to? Is she actually coming to the seventh floor to visit the IT Crowd? Will we really get to meet her? No, of course not. She got off at the fourth floor to a round of applause. I presume we were clapping because the lifts had actually worked as opposed to when we try to take them in the morning and the doors get stuck. From the fourth floor balcony, the Queen waved to her Co-Op fans, and I, standing on the opposite side of the building, felt the natural instinct to wave back. So the Queen and I have exchanged waves. She may not realise this fact but it will remain as one of my highlights of 2013.

That blue thing is the Queen.

That blue thing is the Queen.

The Queen’s tour involved walking around one third of the fourth floor, then back into the lifts to visit one third of the eighth floor. Then, due to a lack of time, she was whizzed back down to the ground where she revealed a plaque and signed a book, officially opening the building. Before we knew it she was off again, scooting outside and on to her next royal engagement.

Her Majesty is a little lady.

Her Majesty is a little lady.

And that was it. We all returned to our desks and life went back to normal.

While watching the Queen raise a small blind covering a bronze plaque attached to a pin-up-board, I realised how horrible it must be to be her. Required to attend events that you don’t care about and open buildings that have broken lifts. I’m glad I’m not the Queen, or any member of the Royal Family for that matter. I’m pleased to just be part of the IT Crowd helping funeral care workers open their emails. But thanks for visiting, Liz.