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The Royal Wedding

Wasn't it fabulous? The gorgeous McQueen dress, leafy Abbey and a river of emotional tears shed my me! I watched the ceremony from the comfort of my reclining chair, sipping on coffee, nibbling on Toblerone and wiggling my toes to help the paint dry. I also had a face-mask - well timed though, after the service!

I then ventured forth, to where many had travelled much earlier than I - Green Park. And what a pleasure it was. The crowds were well organised, beginning in the Tube Station where we were gently but firmly marshaled towards the exits. On street level I was confronted by rather bedraggled and exhausted individuals in search of food, toilets and a comfy piece of pavement. The ceremony had ended and they were beginning to make their ways home.

From my point of view, however, the whole thing seemed very well managed. I was told by people in the crowd that although there were those who had been drinking, there were no fights and that in general everyone had been really well behaved so hats off to all those involved - you all did a really great job :) And I hope the 2012 Olympics go just as well.

The visiting Cousins, Green Park is in the back-ground

So while M&S queues went around the corner one of the Big Cousins, one of the Small Cousins and I went for lunch at the Royal Overseas League Society. We had sandwiches on the terrace and chatted to a lady who had just been a guest at Westminster Abbey. She filled us in on her favourite moments, outfit choice and general Abbey atmosphere (I'm told Princes William and Harry strolled down the isle in a very relaxed manner). Later The Cousins jumped in a cab (easily available) and headed off on their journey up North. I was left to wonder the streets of London - availing myself of an afternoon shopping.

Regent Street, waving the flag

As penance for spending so long indoors I walked down from Oxford Circus to Waterloo via Buckingham Palace and down the Mall.

The crowds still hanging around Buckingham Palace after seven in the evening!

Congratulations to the Duke & Duchess of Cambridge!


Lucky

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