To my own chagrin, not to mention the bitter disappointment of Hubbster, I have, despite all my protests to the contrary, spent the last hour (or more) of my evening, watching the Royal wedding.
My poorly formed intention, was to make a very brief pit stop, and check out the all important ensemble of the future Queen of England,on her wedding day. When it comes to the Royal family, I consider myself something of an agnostic. I think they can be wildly overrated, but at the same time recognise them as an important part of our culture and heritage. I had assumed that a quick glance of her dress and hair would be enough to satisfy my curiousity.
However, I had vastly underrated the infectious nature of witnessing two people clearly in love. The secret romantic in me was loathe to change channels– particularly when AFL football was the only other viable alternative! Even all the pomp and ceremony, which would usually bore the bollocks off me, was difficult to turn away from. (But my wine glass needed topping up, so I did manage to tear myself away, briefly!)
Even the usually sour faced Queen E-lizard-beth almost cracked a smile.
I also have to confess that the sight of all those tacky, union jack hats and flags, interspersed with the rare sighting of a Welsh dragon did set my heart a-flutter and triggered a little,( very temporary) homesickness.
Although the very grounded pair made for a very happy couple, and Kate was the epitome of elegance, I couldn’t help but notice that half of the guests looked as though they had been dug up for the occasion.
Did anyone else notice Camilla looking positively pissed off, both during and after the ceremony?
As Kate and Will walked back out of Westminister Abbey, a newly married couple, the Duchess of Cornwall looked as though her nose had been put firmly out of joint. In fact, she looked Kate up and down as though Kate had stepped in a fairly sizable dog turd and trekked it all over the red carpet!
As the pair shared their smiling niceties with one another in the open top carriage in front of all the nuts who had camped out overnight for the first glimpse of them, I lamented my non-existent lip reading skills. Arghh! What does one say to their new new spouse with the eyes of the world watching. I like to think he was saying something on the lines of “You could have worn soemthing a little easier for me to rip off at the end of the night K. I’ll be asleep before you get that thing off, you naughty minx.” And Kate replied, “I’ll show you the quick release button a little later, big boy.”
I have a feeling it was possibly a little less interesting though. More along the lines of;
“I’m dying for the toilet.”
“Yeah me too. You’ll have to wait until after the kiss though. Only another two and a half hours. Stiff upper lip darling.”
Well, I have already spent far-more time than I had intended watching the wedding. I can’t bear to sit on the edge of the couch waiting to see whether their first kiss as a married couple will match his parents one second peck, or rival the riske three second snog of Uncle Andrew and Fergie.
But I do wish the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge all the best for their future togther.
*Pours another glass of wine and scampers off to the spa to join Hubbster.*
What did you especially enjoy about the Royal wedding?
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