I love Elizabeth to the point of idolatry but - let’s repeat that “but” - she will unquestionably be…late for the last bloody judgement. And, infuriatingly, she is always breathtakingly on time. She actually misses no train or plane or boat, but, of course, misses the fact that her husband has had several minor heart attacks waiting for her while he shifts a shivering scotch from his trembling hand to his quivering mouth to his abandoned liver, waiting, waiting, waiting for her to come out of the lavatory….there is my stupendously serene lady, firmly believing that time waits for no man but will wait for her.