You can take a Brit out of England, but you can't take England out of a "Brit".
I haven't lived in England since the late 60's, but it was my whole world for the first 18 years of my life and it left an indelible mark. I'm sure that everyone is aware of the upcoming wedding and I have to admit, that on Friday I will break my rule #1 and I'll be up before the sun, sitting in front of the telly, wrapped in my snuggly dressing gown, sipping cups of tea, totally enjoying all the pomp, ceremony and pageantry that only a land of Kings and Queens can muster. I may be old fashioned and definitely outdated, but I love it all - the history, the drama, the intrigue - an ongoing soap opera that's been running, literally for hundreds of years. My daughter is planning to watch it too, after all, who can resist a beautiful wedding. There's such a feeling of security in traditions which, for many can be especially comforting in this topsy turvy world we live in today.
I remember when Queen Elizabeth came to visit my home town in the 50's. My grandmother took me into the city center to see her as she drove by in the biggest, black car I'd ever seen. She was wearing a yellow suit and an ever present matching hat and I remember standing on the curb and waving the little Union Jack my grandmother had bought for me. An insignificant event in the great scheme of things, but something I remember clearly almost 60 years later. To top off the day, we'll be having fish'n chips for dinner. There's a great place in Fort Worth where they make them almost as good as the fisheries in Yorkshire, and an extra large hamburger bun is almost as good as a "tea cake". Yum........... can hardly wait :) Y'all come back now.........