By Royal invitation ;o)

Phew, here I am back from the wedding. Sorry I didn't mention it earlier but I didn't get my invite till the last minute. A letter from Her Majesty no less. She said she saw me on the TV, and she is most impressed by my money saving tips, and as she is in dire straights herself she is going to take my advice and have a rummage in Phill's undie drawer, next time she has to chuck a pair of her own baggy kecks out ;o)

You wouldn't believe the crowds, my feet are killing me. I took my camera, but, I forgot to charge the battery, so I only managed a few snaps, silly me.

Here is one of Vicky's hat, why it was hafway down her face I do not know. Get out of the way you plonker, bloomin bloke has messed my picture up.

Sorry, they wouldn't let me in the Abbey, so I missed all that, and I had to fight my way through the crowds to get these. As I was snapping I overheard little bits of conversation.

'Just a minute Miss, your frock is stuck on a rusty nail, don't pull it or you'll tear it'.

'You've got your ruddy great foot on it now'. Oh dear things don't seem to be going too well.

'Well that's it Willy, you're stuck with me now, a few more waves and we can go for a cuppa'. 'Oh blimey Katie, do I have to'.

'Here's the gang, keep an eye on that Harry with my sister, don't want any shenanigans going on today. One royal in the family is enough'.

'Come on, give us a snog, you know you want to'. 'Oh alright then, can we go now'.

Congratulations to the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. Aaah, such a lovely couple. I hope I am still around to see you on the throne.