That was a good wedding weekend, wasn't it? I didn't have huge plans - Hubs and the boys were headed off to Wales, camping. So I had a date with the sofa planned and then after the balcony moment, a whizz down on blissfully empty motorways, to visit my folks.
But clearly, more elaborate celebrations were happening everywhere. Fabulous Flowers had the most amazing floral bicycle basket going on. Actually, I could cheerfully photograph their shop window every week - their displays are so incredibly creative and joyful.
But I was content to sit quietly, glued to the TV coverage, with my box of tissues by my side. Regardless of your position politically on the Monarchy, these are historical occasions and I feel honour bound to soak them up. I think it's probably hereditary.
When Charles and Di got married, my Dad had just relocated to Nigeria, but my Mother refused to fly out to join him until after she had seen the wedding. Similarly, for Andrew and Sarah, we returned to Saudi Arabia the very next day with all the comemorative newspapers and a video of the ceremony in the hand luggage, so all the poor folks on our compound who had missed it could see the wedding. Seems funny in these days of internet streaming - overseas seemed so much more remote then.
And given that we are all in a wedding mood, the winner of the Dorset Cereals giveaway - well, it had to be Nancy. It's hard to top her answer:
Life's too short not to say Yes! when he asks you...or in my case "are you serious?! Ooooh yes!".
Send me your address details Nancy - much cereal coming your way!