So, Will and Kate are getting married tomorrow. I do keep wondering how Kate is faring under all the pressure and media frenzy. I almost went to pieces several times in the lead up to my own wedding, and we only had 150 guests watching in a little unknown village in the middle of nowhere. So with the world watching (bar my husband) I cannot even begin to imagine how she feels right now.
And with the wedding, of course, comes all the street parties - there are many celebrations going on around us - all of which Tom refuses to go to. I tried to form a royal wedding ally in Betty and enthusiastically told her that a real life prince was marrying a lovely girl called Kate tomorrow in a huge church, and that the Queen of England would be there too. I asked her if she would like to watch it with me on the telly. 'Will there be Jaffa Cakes?' she asked.
Just when I was feeling thoroughly deflated at the prospect of watching the royal wedding with an uninterested and fidgety four year old, while Tom and Dolly were out having a 'wonderful time', the phone rang. It was my grandmother. She asked me if I would like to go and watch the wedding with her on her TV. I wondered whether Tom had put her up to this, but I felt mildly lifted anyway. 'Shall I bring bunting?' I asked. 'No,' she replied. 'I miss Diana too much.'