My queen and a princess

Of course, a this moment I am quite, quite, um, imbibed. Several bottles of good and perhaps remarkably good champagne have been sacrificed, along with sausages and burgers on the altar of charcoal loveliness. 

There may have been gin and tonic. There was certainly lemon. And cake.

Earlier, today, my girls and I went to Tyntesfield for a wander, and found the crowns they so very much deserve. Later, we found the wedding dress still fits. 25 years ago I was made over anew. Still quite shiny...