Excatly ten years ago I stood in front of Buckingham Palace while the preparations for the Queen’s 80th birthday celebration were going on. London was pulsating with life and visitors came and went to get a glimpse of the scene, when Buckingham Guards started parading, – obviously a preparation for the big event that would take place two days later, on Sunday. I have always envied the Brits a bit for their monarchy. Not on that day: We missed the tiny fact that the Queen’s Birthday also meant Bank Holiday for the British and although they are somewhat famous for another ritual I adore – queueing – I swear have never seen queues like that in all my life when we entered Heathrow a few hours later. Half of Britain seemed keen to leave the country and we missed our plane due to overbooking(!). It was the first time ever I saw a British Gentleman go totally bonkers when he gave the service person of British Airways quite a piece of his mind.