fairytales

I was barely six, when, on a cold winter's night in Christchurch, my mother woke me to watch Lady Diana marry Prince Charles...it was close to midnight.  My father had made us all his leek and potato soup for supper...the fire was going and it was cosy inside.  And it was magical...

Last night I made that very same soup, the autumn air had quite the nip about it...my father joined me and it was cosy inside.  I felt my mother's spirit around as she watched with us. 

Once more, some thirty years on, I watched the pomp and ceremony...the magic of another Royal Wedding...and wasn't it breath-taking?  William looked ever so dashing and Kate was beautifully elegant...and they looked so very happy.  I wish them a fairytale happy ever after...