It was teenager Lucy’s first ever royal wedding.
We were a bit lacking in frogs, chandeliers, dainty cucumber and fennel pollen sandwiches and quails eggs but we didn’t miss the chance of a bit of fun. Very different from watching Princess Margaret’s wedding in hushed silence on a neighbour’s TV (my family didn’t have one) when I was just slightly younger than Lucy.
We had princesses and a few frogettes:
And, yes, we liked the dress! And isn’t that what it was all about?