This looks like England celebrating England and Englishness, mostlyA big day for England, and a big day for us... It was meant to be, anyway, but come The Wedding, it's quite a job getting everyone motivated, out of bed, into a reasonably decent outfit and out of the house in search of a public screening - eventually found in a pub down by the harbour.
Tara and I are the most excited (not to say, the only ones in the family who care), but big weddings and princesses? Who would not be over the moon?
I've prepped my girl and told her how it was going to go down: Wedding in church, fabulous dress, everyone crying, long ride in carriage, kiss and done. For us, brunch in pub with telly and very many ooohs and aaahs.
"Are they crying yet?"
The Girl Approach to celebrational hats, and The Leo Approach
Ride in carriage with flashback
We have visitors (but they're not very interested and therefore face the wrong way)
Kiss kiss
What a dress!
(Five years of my new anual salary, apparently, before tax. But it's pretty.)
Hand-made flag, courtesy of school art session im HochzeitsfieberI guess you can't call us patriots if we're not proper English... but the House of Hannover and us, well we're practically family! And Tara and I, we like a good story about a beautiful princess any day.
I loved it, Tara liked it (but preferred Diana's dress), Jose escorted us through it and Leo ate his way through the English breakfast, slept his way through the wedding and scrunched his way through his Union Jack hat. Hurray to England, Royalty, Tradition and Extravagant Occasions! And a happy married life to the bride and groom.
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