Miss Middleton is fortunate and privileged. Fortunate because her family own a business that sells party accessories! Yeah! It's true! How amazing is that! Well, erm, sorry, I got a bit excited there, but anyway that takes care of the wedding feast. Lots of candles, tasteful serviettes and colour coordinated candles that revolve on a centre piece that plays Candle in the Wind ( a clever play on the candle theme, I think) will be the order of the day, and The Weasel can assure you that everyone will get a lucky bag and a slice of Battenberg (or Mountbatten, as those in the inner circle refer to it)
And so, we look forward to another episode of this particularly replete dynastic saga; hitherto a saga full of highs, lows - one year an annus mirabilis, another an annus horibilis and then, just an annus. It will begin with the guest list. Will poor old Sarah (gissa job) Ferguson be invited? Perhaps not. And what about Prince Harry's dad? Is he still persona non grata? And what about the lucky young men of the Royal staff who may live long enough (given a disciplined antiretroviral therapy regime ) to tell their adopted children all about this most special of special days?
I know that all readers of this blog will want to join me in sending the happy couple something from their wedding present list. Send your donations now, and I shall try and get hold of the list of the year. Is it with Harrods?
Oh dear, pished in the back of a car and no seatbelt. They never learn.