Royal Weekenddrinking champagne with raspberries no less while watching the royal nuptial with sis on the couch in our pj's was the weekend's finest moment. It just got better from there including a royal tour of our own, one that the queen would be proud of. Not really, but it was a good effort on a windy day as my scarf was flaying wildly and pollen was showering down in St James. We saw the flags, we saw the famed balcony (place of famed royal kiss) and it was enough to make anyone feel patriotic, especially with a stroll past the household cavalry (ok and a quick photo) A royal weekend indeed, bring on the bunting...
