Hello possums, today is one's 93rd birthday, and one is still going strong, which is pretty good going if one says so oneself. One even still has one's husband! One is, incidentally, older than a majority of the world's republics - one thinks there's a lesson there somewhere. Anyway, possums, you'll be stuck with one for a while yet. But when one does finally drop off the twig, you needn't worry down there in Orstralia. One has thoughtfully provided you with your next three heads of state - Charles, William and George. Charles is a bit dim, but that's never been a disqualification for head-of-stateship. So you needn't worry yourselves about choosing your own head of state for many years. If George lives to be as old as one is now, he will still be your king in the year 2106. Privately, one wishes you would sod off and make your own arrangements, but when you had the chance in 1999, you muffed it, and so 20 years later you're still stuck with one and one's parasitical horde of freeloading relatives. So wish one a happy birthday, possums - one is Long to Reign over You!