As I have said before here, the females in my family have a long history of royal romance reverence and it's starting to reach fever pitch. OK it's not at all - I am starting to reach fever pitch. The others, well they're indulging me I think. Perhaps it's the promise of sumptuous viewing snacks (chips and mixed lollies will never do) but the men seem relatively happy to be dragged along for the ride. Either that, or they're used to me and know it's just easier for everyone if they go along with it. Don't fight it fellas.
The decorations have started arriving and my union jack bunting is clashing terribly with all the Easter decorations. But I care not. I love a good do. If only more people were interested in this thousands-of-miles-away-event-that-has-nothing-to-do-with-us we could have a street party, which would be a very British way to celebrate. As it turns out the northern and southern hemispheres are being quite cooperative and the London Saturday 11am ceremony is an 8pm Friday night in for the antipodeans.
Images from here and here.