Send help! I am well and truly in the grip of royal wedding fever. I’m not sure how it happened. I’ve never been much of a royal family stalker so this attack has hit me out of the blue. Don’t get me wrong, my interest has flared up, on and off over the years like any disease not doused with antibiotics.
Growing up it was my nana who was a big royalty fan. I remember her having dinner plates with Prince Charles and Diana’s face on them and one of the Queen and the Queen mother back in their younger days. Of course, these plates weren’t to actually be eaten off of and were purely for display. In all honesty, I thought they were the ugliest plates I’d ever seen.
I mean, who in their right mind wants to lick the left-over cream from a plate that has Prince Charles’ head on it. ERK! No thank you. I’d rather starve.
Along with this fine crockery collection, she had an array of royalty themed drinking glasses, thimbles and tea towels. The obsession with thimbles was another thing I never understood. I mean sure, being pricked by a needle sucks but it’s hardly serious enough to buy numerous coats of armour for your thumb. And certainly not one with Prince Phillip staring out at you. But who am I to question her life choices? If thimbles made her happy, so be it.
I also recall times my nan would sit with me over a cup of tea (always made in a pot with tea leaves. No such thing as teabags for her) and we would chat about life as we cut pictures of the royal family out of magazines (Now I think about it we could have been cutting letters out to construct ransom notes and I would have been none the wiser). It was usually when something special happened, like the birth of Prince William or Wee Willy as my nan called him. I hope Kate knew about this Wee Willy business before they got married and loved him all the same.
My own interest in the royal family tweaked a little when Charles married Di. I’m not going to lie, I mean, who could resist that mass of 80’s dress that Di hauled down the aisle? I’m sure I saw her stop for a quick cuppa and a biscuit at the halfway point while minions wildly fanned her with their wedding programs.
My interest was heightened yet again when Wee Willy was born and again when Harry made his entrance into the world. I found those babies so fascinating. They looked so lovely like they’d never step a precious, manicured toe wrong. Then I read an article where Di talked about William flushing royal handkerchiefs down the loo and I liked that kid even more.
Then there was all of Diana’s charity work. As a worldly teen who spent her time fighting for the underdog, I found all of Diana’s work with the landmines and the babies infected with HIV intriguing. It personalised the royal family for me. Made them three dimensional. They weren’t just a bunch of oldies, sitting on thrones, drinking tea and practising the royal wave. These were real life, caring, emotional people. Who knew?
I loved Lady Diana, the Queen of Hearts. I think everyone did. Well, alright, maybe not Charles and certainly not Camilla but pretty much everyone else. She and her boys brought the royal family to the people. And of course, then the unthinkable happened and her boys and the world lost her.
When she went, I was glued to the television for a month. I couldn’t watch enough updates to make it real to me. But eventually, we all got through it, despite seeing Harry’s sweet face trying to be brave as his mother’s coffin went past with his little letter embedded amongst the flowers that simply read Mummy. Oh, lord my heart. I think I heard it snap right there and then.
But once it was all done, my interest in the royal family dimmed again. The boys were hidden away behind the palace walls and the old-style, strictly private royalty resumed. My intrigue never completely went away but it was certainly not what it was.
But then a miracle happened and along came Kate and now we have Meghan and with the boys by their side, we have a royalty rat pack who have smashed down those walls.
They’re back and they are fascinating. Meghan is the potential bad girl who is marrying Harry the joker. We are all waiting and watching and hoping all those things her family are saying are not true. But even if they are, she’s captured Harry’s heart and we all want it to work out. William is the serious but friendly and caring older brother who is ready to step up and take over the small family business and Kate is the intelligent, athletic, gorgeous young mum who keeps the kids in line and maybe William too. It has the potential for its own royal soap opera and I’m loving it. Sign me up for front row seats.
Get the popcorn ready ladies, or maybe tea and scones would be more fitting. But either way, I will be attending the royal wedding rugged up in my pj’s. Who’s joining me?
PS: Pop in on Friday when I’ll be marking the occasion by posting a recipe for foolproof scones with jam and cream (they are exceptional I promise!)