The Royal Wedding certainly did not disappoint. I, like my bunting and Union Jack flags are still coming down from the excitement of Saturday. Like 18 million Brits I was glued to a screen and I loved every minute of it.
The way Prince Harry looked at Meghan as she walked down the aisle and the constant hand-holding proved just how besotted they are with one another.
The grace and strength shown by Meghan’s mother, Doria Ragland, who sat alone a million miles from home, with such poise and dignity.
Meghan’s Givenchy dress was beautifully simplistic, stunning although from certain angles it looked like the top half didn’t look as if it fitted properly, but really who cares, her whole look from head-to-toe was flawless and the dress will definitely stand the test of time.
When Meghan walked herself down the aisle part of the way and then was escorted the rest of the way by Prince Charles, it was a very touching moment, I did have to reach again for a tissue.
During a very emotional service, it was also a time for a little laughter to see the look on some of the royals’ faces during a long and passionate 14-minute sermon by the Bishop Michael Curry. Zara Tindall’s gawping reaction, in particular, was priceless and I was surprised the bishop didn’t crash the Internet.
And now as a married couple the Duke and Duchess will begin their journey into married life, and as I finish eating the last slice of my homemade Victoria Sponge, washed down with tea in my new royal commemorative mug I wish them a very happy future and hope that Bahrain is included in their future royal tours. Wouldn’t that be something?