There is nothing quite like British pageantry ...

With all of England's woes, it is suprising that such a simple act between a man and a woman can make us set aside our problems and remember what it means to be British.

The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge played the part of the happy couple with grace and calmness. I was incredibly impressed by Catherine's ability to remain composed and relaxed on such a stressful, but certainly successful, day.

pageant (plural pageants)

An elaborate public display, especially a parade in historical or traditional costume.

No one can do pageantry like us Brits, it's one of the things we do well. I, for one, am looking forward so very much to the London 2012 Olympics Opening Ceremony; another chance for us to exhibit our royal family. So with that and the Queen's Diamond Jubilee along with Prince Phillip's 90th Birthday it looks as though the coming year will be an extremely busy one for the royal family.

I therefore offer my congratulations to the happy couple.

Now. Onto my life. With the discovery of the deed which records the sale of our farm to our family in 1913 it got me and my cousin Caroline thinking about a possible 'Centenary Party'. With the oppurtunity for a historical re-enactment I jumped at the chance to help with the proceedings. However, little did I expect that my dad would burden me with every conceivable responsibility regarding this 'shindig'.

From taking care of the 'Tennis Lawn' (a name to which our main lawn was referred to in the deed) to organising invitations, it made me ponder 'And everyone else is doing....what?'

However, Caroline came up with the idea of dressing in turn of the century costume with the youngest of our family (ie. Kate and Sarah (see earlier posts)) wearing white smocks and playing the role given to many children of the 1910s and being 'seen and not heard'.

A concept perhaps idealistic in its conception, but nevertheless one that would inevitably fall into disrepute. My ideas for costumes are mainly references to the Old Maid cards I wrote about last week, which are, however, relevant and easier than wading your way through useless internet sites that do every single costume apart from the one you want.

However, the party is 2 years away and I think I should be focusing my energy on something more important than a party that may or may not happen.

As I mentioned in an earlier post that my cat 'Missy' has had kittens, it may interest you to know that they have now opened their eyes and are absolutely adorable, they are also getting nice and big as 'Missy' is being generous with her portions of milk.

Oh and thanks to my friend Sandy for telling me about a rather amusing accesory to one of the nuns outfits: Reeboks.

What must have been going through that nun's mind? She wakes up realises 'Oh shit!' *she claps hands to mouth* 'I have no black shoes apart from these ones....meh, they'll do.'


On that note, I must bid you a happy Bank Holiday Monday and farewell.