Wednesday, 27 April 2011

Pomp and more pomp please!

Well there is no denying it Wedding Fever is gripping Chez T-J. I woke up with empathy butterflies for Miss Middleton, recalling the swirling surges of adrenalin flooding my own diaphragm the hours leading up my big day.

This was mine. June 8th 1996. St Mary's Hay on Wye. My Westminster Abbey.


I love Royal Weddings, one of those times in your life when you remember where you were, what you were doing and who you were with. You also feel uplifted by the ascending mood of the whole country in a unified day of celebration. A tidal wave of smiles, flag waving and God Bless Em everyone.

On April 29th 2011, where will I be?

Here! Beautiful, wonderful Sark. Multum im Parvo (much in little), a tiny Channel Island where street lights, pavements, cars and motorbikes do not exist.
Who will I be with?

My fabulous Hubster of course.

What will we be doing? Flag waving, chin chin, its all going to be about red, white and blue!

They have been pitching their tents since Monday! You cant beat the passion of a true Royalist, no matter how barking it looks, acceptable I say, absolutely de rigeur in fact!

The boys have been practicing their pomp, at the crack of sparrows this morning!

God Bless the Queen, the pomp, circumstance and the ceremony. We will be there every inch of the Mall with you Ma'm and country. xxx

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