From trying to sort out the UK and from having watched the royal wedding today. However, the one is an ongoiung problem and the other is ongoing, hopefully without the problem.
Miss Middleton has now become the future Queen of England, not bad for the daughter coming from a line of coalminers from Durham. Who says fairy tales don't happen? She's done brilliantly well for herself. Waity Katy indeed, it just shows what waiting can do for one! I hope that she and Prince William will be very happy. They seem to have their heads on and in the right place, and that the shadows which hung over his mother's wedding, are of course missing in this one.
All the ladies looked, with the exception of very few, who, no matter how much money there is just can't get it right, gorgeous. Like a whole lot of butterflies at a gathering and the men looked good too, which shows how much nicer you look when not in jeans and with scruffy beards and trainers.
The weather was very helpful in that it didn't pour down, probably in part because I paid an Red Indian Rain Maker to do a reverse dance. Which reminds me, I must send the bill to the palace. The Queen and Prince Philip are going off for a quiet weekend at Sandringham, she deserves it, she looked super for a lady of 85, and so did he. I thought for one moment as he was getting into the coach, that she would have to heave him up or at least give him a shove, but the old boy made it, with a sigh of relief, I would think!
It was watched by over 2 billion people all around the world. And who says there was no wedding fever? Of course there was! Brilliantly managed and pulled off by the palace and other staff. Well done, a superb affair.
As I am exhausted from all the excitement, I shall toodle off to have a relaxing weekend, knowing that the UK is in good hands, at least for this Friday.
Good, isn't it....
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