The royal wedding
It’s nearly 10.00 o’clock on the 29th April – St. Catherine’s day (unfortunately she died a horrible death tied to a wheel, hence the Catherine wheel firework) – and I’m about to start hunkering down in front of the telly for the great royal wedding.
Not that I’ll see any more than any of you, being about 200 miles away from the action, but you have to have a peek at that dress and all the pageantry, don’t you? Plus, John Rutter has composed some new music for the occasion and I love his stuff, so the service should be interesting.
We have a public holiday here in the UK, and since there’s a Bank Holiday on Monday, it means another long weekend for folk. My son has been on holiday since Good Friday, as have many people over here, so it’s just about the longest holiday in living memory.
Kate is already popular and William has always been popular. The royals are much more human than they have been in the past; Charles was actually allowed to go to school and university like normal people, and William and Harry followed in his footsteps.
I’m a royalist – I think we get great value out of our royal family. The queen is still working at the age of 84, and Prince Phillip at 89 – not many folk do that.
Well, the service starts at 11.00am, and the media is interviewing people camped out on the streets of London, some dressed in wedding dresses, and almost all wearing union jacks – and very excited.
Guests arriving now – must go – glued to television! Bye for now.
P.S. Have just heard that the young couple are to be the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. That’s local – yippee!