Well, in the end, I did watch the royal wedding, having left Keith bound and gagged in the corner (not really) to silence his caustic comments. So, instead, evesdroppers chez Jennyta would have heard such comments as,
"Well, that outfit does her no favours!"
"Have you seen the state of that hat?"
"What an awful coat!" and other such sartorially helpful comments.
I quite liked THE dress but actually much preferred the chief bridesmaid's and I thought the aerial views of the abbey were amazing, but all in all, it didn't go with quite such a buzz as this version.
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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Beautifully irreverent
Isn't it just! :)
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