I’m sure there must be something wrong with the postal service at the moment as I’m still awaiting the delivery of my personal invitation to attend The Queen’s 90th birthday party.

She was on the TV this week, still horse riding without a helmet on (when did royalty become immune to head injuries? I’ll drop her a text about that now).

Last time I saw such an elderly lady without a hat on horseback was in my home town of Ammanford. Gipsy Rose Lee was trotting over the Rec on her way to the local scout hut to undertake Tarot card and tea leaf readings.

The ladies of the valleys would form an orderly queue clutching their recently emptied tea cup and saucer. What would the future hold?

Would she see true love in those soggy tea leaves?

Unfortunately, due to the invention and increased demand for tea bags, her business activities declined rapidly. It’s a shame that she didn’t see that coming – considering the career path that she had taken.