Guess what? I’ve been invited to the Royal Wedding!
Okay, not as in the whole Royal Royal Wedding but this can only
be A Good Thing. I won’t need to worry over much about what to wear, travel arrangements, or brushing up on essential etiquette. Rather, I will just have to nip across the road to the local school of which I am a governor where An Alternative Royal Wedding
is to be staged.
I am beyond excited. There is to be a ceremony, followed by a picnic lunch and a Reception Party in the afternoon. I have actually received several
invitations, one containing all the important details of time and place, the others designed by the school pupils themselves, mostly decorated with pictures of party food. When you are under the age of eleven, let’s face it, it’s the food that
first comes to mind at the mere mention of the word “party.”
I am not absolutely sure if we will have a real life Harry and Megan taking part in the
Ceremony - it’s perfectly possible that there could be pupils with those names on the school roll, I suppose. Or maybe they had to draw lots as to who would wear the Big White Dress and who the ceremonial uniform. Will there be a Best Man? And, if so,
will his name be William? Will there be bridesmaids and, if so, how many?
The Alternative Royal Wedding is not being held on the same day as the Actual Royal
Wedding, being as that is on a Saturday, and the school isn’t open on Saturdays. In fact, I will be in attendance on the following Wednesday which will give all the participants a chance to have witnessed some of Saturday’s proceedings and so know
what to expect. Though I rather think the Alternative Royal Wedding will be much more fun. It’s only my opinion, admittedly, and time will undoubtedly tell. I think it will definitely be noisier, and with fewer hats.
Before the Wedding of the Year, I have another special date in my diary. Yesterday was our eldest granddaughter’s twenty-first birthday and on Saturday she and her family will be joining Mr B
and me for a belated celebration. Don’t worry, she did celebrate yesterday as well, with a shopping trip, a fish and chip supper and a truly amazing cake. Her mother, Eldest of the Darling Daughters, sent me a photo of the Birthday Girl standing, as
is tradition, beneath her birthday banner, fashioned as ever out of recycled letters by Yours Truly. “Katie is 21” it reads. I do like a banner which tells it like it is, don’t you? Predictable? Who said that!?
We have decided, my daughter and I, that this should be the last of the annual birthday banners. We have to draw a halt some time and a 21st Birthday seems as good a momentous occasion as any. This
will not preclude, I hasten to assure you, banners on future Signature Birthdays. As in, ones with an 0 at the end. The decision will probably please my eldest grandson who will be the next to reach the Great Age of 21. He would probably have been happy to
call it a day a few years back but would never have dreamt of upsetting his Nan.
I wonder if anyone has thought of making a Wedding Banner for Harry and
Meghan? I don’t expect so. It must be sad being a Royal, missing out on having a home-made banner strung across the entrance to St George’s Chapel...
Still, I have more to think about, what with the Second 21st Birthday celebration coming up at the weekend. Why have one 21st Birthday Celebration when you could have two?
Likewise with Royal Weddings, of course.