Like a sheepdog, I herd those away from me, in Spanish:
‘Are you visiting ‘X’ today?’
‘And ‘Y’ and ‘Z’ How are they?’
‘The Queen died today,’ I said.
My friend in Colombia told me that day.
‘There are going to be memes.’
I went to a party; later on that week.
In which coke head broke an ‘I Eat Swans’ Queen Elizabeth II cup.
He tried to make up a speech about the irony of such event and failed.