‘So, it’s almost here. The big day, when I’ll be squeezing into my specially bought outfit, toasting with Champagne and uttering those words, “I do… love a royal wedding!”
Actually, I’m not watching it – not live, anyway. I can’t. I’m too nervous that something awful will go wrong, because it always does at weddings, doesn’t it?
Royal nuptials are no exception, despite the fact that hundreds of people have spent thousands of hours ensuring everything is perfect, seamless and problem-free. Every eventuality will be covered. They even usually manage to sort out the weather, but there’s always a first time and, when I last checked, the forecast wasn’t looking good.
Also, there are too many children and horses involved for my liking. Way too much potential for disaster. Then…
