A Right Royal Tea Party

There are no words to describe how much I have loved today. Kate Middleton; what a woman. What a smile. What a wave! The dress was divine, she was effortlessly elegant, perfectly gracious and completely adorable. The Abbey looked wonderful; so simple and natural. The music was stunning. Everybody looked so happy and the little personal touches, like her brother reading in the church and William driving the two of them down the Mall, in his father's Aston, made a huge event seem impossibly intimate. I loved the way Harry lolloped down the aisle, the grumpy little bridesmaid covering her ears on the balcony, the way William whispered to Kate that she looked beautiful, the moment of stunned realisation when she looked up at the crowds outside Buckingham Palace and the little grins they shared with each other, as if the world were not watching. The whole thing was a joy to watch and I am not even slightly ashamed to say that my face was a picture of grins and tears all the way through. 

The weather wasn't quite good enough to sit outside, so we had a sort of indoor street party, in my living room. Cheese scones, cucumber sandwiches, Victoria sponge, an array of Royal-Wedding-themed cupcakes with a generous helping of Earl Grey tea and (once we hit the afternoon) a couple  of Gin & Tonics. We sang along to Jerusalem and the National Anthem and toasted the television with our gin. It was utterly delicious and the whole thing felt so wonderfully British, which was rather fitting, given the exceptionally British nature of the wedding. 

Cheers, William and Catherine!