Well, golly gosh, how terribly remiss of us, we haven’t offered our congratulations to Will and Kate on the announcement of their impending nuptuals.
Of course there are some people who refuse to just accept that this young couple who have been together for donkey’s years anyway have any chance of making a go of it.
On the front of one of the screaming redtops I noted a headline that somne curmudgeonly old Bishop says he’ll give them seven years.
I should think that’s round about average for any couple coming before a member of the clergy to be joined in holy matrimony these days, but I’m damn sure it ain’t what you want to hear when you have just become engaged.
Still I think every family has one, I recall one prominent member of our family stating quite categorically that Ian’s marriage wouldn’t last. Well it outlasted that old bugger as Ian clocks up 37 years in February.
My dear old Mum wasn’t that enamoured of my plans to marry, she thought my toyboy would be off with a younger woman by the time I hit 35.
Well that milestone is so far in the past I can’t even make it out, we celebrated our 23rd wedding anniversary last May.
And just for the record, our siblings who received their parent’s blessing? You guessed, both divorced now (but both happily in new relationships I hasten to add.)
There you go.
Gawd bless you Will and Kate, at least you’ll make a lot of old dears very happy.
Oh and David Cameron; 13 years of Labour, not a decent royal wedding; 6 months of Consevative led coalition, the heir to the heir to the throne, woo-hoo.
On the imminent marriage of a former lover