Well plebeians, we are back, we of course being myself and dear Albert. Albert managed to 'hack' into the Archangel Gabriel's lap-top, so here we are. This is I believe called the 'internet', a construction of some complexity and magnitude but I am confident that dear Albert will manage to unravel its mysteries.
Our idiot son Bertie seems uncommonly keen to explore this newly found avenue of communication, it is sincerely hoped that there are not young women on this 'internet' whom he could contact and with whom he could form inappropriate relationships.
I have to go now as my daughter Beatrice is trying to open a bottle of beer with her teeth, stupid girl.
I will be posting more from the afterlife soon and I will also be following events on Earth and particularly at dear Osborne with great interest.
H.R.H. Victoria
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