Well, the day of the Royal Wedding is upon us. Will she be wearing ‘cream’ or ‘ivory’? Satin, lace or silk? Without meaning to sound too ‘bah humbug’ about the whole thing I have been bored to tears by the media incessantly reporting pointless gossip regarding the ‘fairytale romance’. Isn’t that what they said about Charles and Diana? If that’s a fairytale then Disney has a whole load of script edits to make. Of course I wish them well, but it would be wonderful if the media could actually report on more pressing issues such as the major referendum that is about to take place.
Despite my miserable old git attitude I still appreciate a bit of pomp so I will be watching the ceremony and in the true style of a seasoned hypocrite I will probably be gossiping with my friends about the various outfits of the guests. Our village is having a party at the Village Hall and we all have to take a dish to contribute to the supper. I’m ready-armed with my shop bought quiche – well, you can take the girl out of London….