While you are ensconced in your castle, with your huge staff of helpmeets, lickspittles and healthcare professionals, I’m very sorry, but you have nothing to say to us.
While you have your massive grounds and your horses to ride, no-one who lives in a shoebox flat in London or any other city wants to hear your tedious platitudes – even if they did, they’d not be able to hear you over the sound of coppers with bullhorns barking orders at them to disperse and return to their pokey abodes.
We won’t forget that what you refer to as ‘my government’ is threatening to withdraw our outdoor exercise ‘privileges’ completely, at the same time as which there are still flights landing here from China, Italy, Spain and America, disgorging people who will be able to sally forth into the country without testing or hindrance.
Unless you plan to sell off your castles, or house people in them who are facing sudden poverty and homelessness as as result of your government’s hysterical response to one (soon to be) discredited scientist, you would do well to keep a low profile.
Otherwise, it’ll be time to call for President Farage to step up to the plate, and it’ll be Orf With Your Head. Now hush up, Liz.