The Aftermath

In the end, I didn't go to see the main part of the ceremony, but stayed at home and missed it entirely. There wasn't a sound in our neighbourhood - very odd indeed. If the world cup is on, I know when someone scores a goal because of the shouting around and about. But there were no audible exclamations from households in SE27 when Wills and Kate tied the knot. Instead, our nextdoor neighbour decided that this was the perfect time to trim the hedge.

Around lunchtime, Fred and I escaped Portal 2 and headed to Victoria. There, the crowds were massive. The kiss had just occurred and folk were heading away from the palace. We got to the outskirts of the palace and St James's Park, saw Tara Palmer Tomkinson's hat (presumably she was attached to it, but I didn't see her), lots of dressed-up Union Jack people, smartly dressed ladies everywhere (folk really made an effort!), many girls in princess outfits, several cameramen and many, many police officers. I was comforted to see a catering van for the police that had a large quantity of Tetleys tea bags. I was dismayed at the huge rubbish lying about - why can't folk take their rubbish home with them?

After walking around the Mall, we headed to Downing Street (where this blip is pictured, looking towards Westminster), had a glimpse of their street party, then headed to Embankment Gardens for a cup of tea. The helicopters buzzed over us constantly. There was a nice yellow one that I now know contained some of William's RAF colleagues.

Taking advantage of the sun, we strolled across the river and down the South Bank to the considerably empty Tate Modern to see the Miro exhibition. I really enjoyed his earlier work in particular - such great colours and shapes. Altogether, a fantastic exhibition.

Now back home to enjoy to rest of the bonus holiday day. Thanks Mr and Mrs Royals!