My earliest memory is being sat in a friend’s house in 1981. I was 3. We had gone to their house to feed their dog and were watching the wedding of Prince Charles and Lady Diana. I remember seeing Lady Diana walking up the aisle at St Paul’s Cathedral in complete awe. I can also remember Price William being born and thinking I would marry him one dayUnfortunately for William, I met Matt before our paths crossed and the rest, as they say, is history. To say I am excited and emotional about this wedding is a complete understatement. Matt sent me the BBC’s schedule of events yesterday and I started to well up at the thought of their short journeys to Westminster Abbey. Make no mistake, I will blubber for the whole duration of the coverage tonight. I would have been the same if we still lived in the UK but I think when you live in a different country you are more aware of your background and appreciate it more.
Today I have baked scones. You don’t get any more British than scones, right? I may make cucumber sandwiches and will most certainly be toasting the happy couple with a glass or two of bubbles. The kids are currently negotiating (aka fighting) over who is using the red and the blue crayons as they make their own Union Jack flags. I want them to have a memory of a royal wedding like I did (although I am sure this marriage will be more successful than the one I witnessed). Now, where did I put that hat?