The royal wedding

There’s no getting away from it. It’s royal wedding day.

Yesterday we went up to the surgery to see yet another doctor about the Fox’s rash. He’s got yet more pills. His rash on his hands is now infected so he’s got some penicillin for that, antihistamines for the itchiness, some steroids for the eczema & some pills to line his stomach so it shouldn’t be too upset by all these new pills. As a result he now has an extra 12 tablets a day all with differing rules as to how to take them, some with, some without food. As our gardener commented, with all those pills it will be amazing if he still feels hungry enough to eat anything.

Anyhow on the way back, I couldn’t help noticing the row of shops bedecked with union jacks & bunting in red white & blue.

Last night I watched the early evening news – the royal wedding. I went to bed & put the radio on – the royal wedding. First thing this morning I put the radio on – the royal wedding. It was quite a relief when the FA Cup final got a mention. But we were soon back to the royal wedding.

I’ve already checked the Radio Times. On the BBC1 & ITV it’s the royal wedding all morning with highlights later in the day. Radio 4 doesn’t start until 11.30am but I’m confident there will be plenty of mention before then as there already has been on the “Today” programme. It’s almost impossible to get away from the subject.

It’s not that I’ve anything against them getting married. Everyone should have the chance of happiness that a good marriage can bring. I wish them well. It’s just all this fuss that gets to me. I may put the TV on later, more to see the fashions than anything else but I’m certainly not starting this early.

One thing I will say, they do seem to have chosen a perfect day weather-wise. The sun is shining here. Everything is glistening while at the same time it is still cool enough for there to be a freshness in the air. Indeed I may well decide to take a book outside & sit to read & so avoid the wedding altogether.