I'm not sure why everyone assumes I'm an anti-royalist, but I'm not, never have been; I'm a staunch royalist, especially when the glorious pomp and pageantry is in full flow - how can anyone not be moved by the entire congregation of Westminster Abbey singing Jerusalem?
Emily is not a believer in monarchy. But then she was born and raised in the land of the free and thinks they're an anachronism. That's a fair opinion, but me, I like being a loyal subject of the Queen - even if I'm stretching the loyalty bit by living in Delaware, the first state; Liz won't mind - we'll take it back inch by inch your majesty.
They're not very exciting are they? The wedding interrupted serious photography.
This thing was on the grass yesterday afternoon. Emily and I stared at it for a while but failed to work out what it is.
And this is a wheelbarrow of stones. Truly dreadful James.
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