Dinner OFT and I attended tonight in popular town in Midlands was so boring I could have screamed. At one point escaped to loo simply to stuff fist into mouth . Dinner more boring than a speed awareness course. Hell on earth. participants are from Yorkshire (nowt wrong with that) but all they can talk about is how much things cost, coffee machines and why Bath should be pronounced as in caff as there is no R in it . Some are from Hull and talk about “Herm” and “Fern” I thought it was something to do with Fern Brittain who may have been commentating on Royal Wedding but suddenly realised they were saying “Phone” . Even worse, small double bed in our room so had to sleep closer to husband than would normally . Absolutely disgusting.
Re Wedding. Was rather a bad moment when Ms Markle walked up the aisle toute seule to a beautiful piece of music I did not recognise and gasped at. Old Father Thames said drily it was the music Handel – Ode to Queen Anne – played at our wedding.
About the dress . All in agreement however that dress looked like “80 quid job from Debenhams with cheap net veil thrown over and Queen Mary’s tiara plonked on top.” I am not only person 2 b underwhelmed.
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