The Wedding

It was so nice to be invited aye?

I mean it really was like being there.  And in a way,  it felt like we kinda knew them quite well after all.  It just seemed - amongst all the military precision of it all - so relaxed and nice and,  you know, so them.

I loved everything about their wedding.  Sometimes you might go to a wedding and its in some church that you never even knew they were part of and they are up there saying all these things, dressed in all their finery and you just think who the hell are these people?  Let's just say I've never really been to a Catholic wedding that celebrated any kind of anything unique to the couple.  It's a weird feeling when you think you know someone and then the religions and traditions get in the way and/or Bridezilla takes over and the wedding ends up being for everyone else but the ones making promises to each other. I don't think she would have been Bridezilla.  Not even when deciding on how to get the gorgeous trees in the Abbey.
 The Wedding was obviously for a lot of other people - having the heads of state of all those other countries and all those Euro cousins Queen Victoria spawned invited -   but in some lovely way they made it about themselves too.  Oh sure there was pomp, pagentry, precision, tradition.  And fascinators, dear lord were there fascinators.  And the ugly sisters.    But there was also something lovely about the way they stood together and are together that made you realise you were witnessing a couple who really, really  know and love each other and have done for many, many years.

 Their love story is rather simple and sweet - how many couples do you know who went to university who got married?  Yes it was widely exciting having the wedding of the century, watched by billions, no expense spared, some weird homage to the dead mother in law with the psalm, and the location, the ring and the chariot...
but it also seemed like these two have a very easy, confident air about them. And I love the fact they have been living together for years and he still managed to look at her like that when she finally got to his side, and whatever those whispered, blushed words between them were - they seemed simple and sweet, and honest and true (love).

And as for Prince Harry.  Naughty, lovable, rogue ish (brother from another father) sexy, swaggering in with that unkempt hair and been on the raz all night look about him.. Hot.