So, what does one do on the Queen's birthday? Silly question...what every queen does...washing. Rattle, rattle, bang, clump, silence. The load's out of balance. Rattle, rattle, bang, clump, silence. Re-arrange load. Nope, no workies. Try several re-arrangements. Voila! Spinning beautifully! That's the prob with centrifical force...balance. Bleh. Forget all the physics, I suspect the real reason is that washing powder is the equivalent of booze in humans.

Then, make more pancake batter and bottle it, hang the washing, and resume one's chair at the 'puter. Happy birthday, Betty.