Today was the Queen, and Prince Philip’s Diamond Wedding Anniversary.  To celebrate they did was any other couple who has been married for 60 years does – black tie dinner with the family and get 2,000 people to go to Westminister Abbey.  The service was broadcast on the trusty BBC with solemn tones speaking about how the Queen (then, of course, Princess Elizabeth) had to save rations coupons to get the material together for her dress and how one of the choirboys dropped his service sheet in a puddle when he ran outside after the wedding…

It was all rather moving, they played a recording of her saying her vows, and the bridesmaids talked about how they thought Philip was rather ‘dishy’.  I shed a little tear as they walked into the Abbey and the choir sang.

They might be crazy and scandal ridden but there is something in me that just loves our quiet and tasteful monarchy.  And anyone who makes it to 60 years and is still married deserves anyone’s respect.

Oh and can I just add…

Damned Facebook, and its damn games!  Over the last two days I have spent hours playing Scrabulous (Scrabble) on Facebook with my brother.  He has beaten me soundly several times which has bruised my ego a little, until I discovered that the amazing and obscure words he has been kicking my arse with have been nothing more than luck of the draw!  It’s all because he has been using the dictionary function which allows you to try words (or as he is doing combinations of letters) until something valid comes up.  He had a day off today which was spent mostly helping Dad clear out the bedroom as they are having new furniture fitted next week – found some very very old photos of me which I will be scanning in and putting on Flickr, and here, some time over the next week.  I was almost cute as a baby!