THERE was an overnight train for The Queen from Euston to Bradford, timed to pass through Doncaster at a reasonable time in the morning. At 06.25, my mobile rang.
It was the Royal Train officer, Nick Edwards. Could I nip round to Asda to get a hairdryer? The Queen’s lady in waiting was in panic mode after finding she had forgotten the hairdryer, and the one on the train wasn’t working.